I was waiting for the train earlier today when I sneezed and suddenly I was thinking of how I am just a barely-there blip in the universe and my allergy tears were being pushed out by sadness tears and I had to rely on my not-so-trusty Public Shame mechanism to prevent a meltdown.
While I was lying on the floor tonight I realized I haven’t taken my meds in three weeks and that might explain things but my brief “Aha!” moment was very quickly replaced by guilt and I started crying again.
I guess the moral in this story is always take your meds?
Girl’s are amazing
I think we broke the notes…
i feel like i’m reblogging history. “the post that broke the notes”
THERE ARE NO FUCKING NOTES
WE HAVE REACHED INFINITY
what the heLL
where is it
Would you look at that, no notes!
"Who taught me to suck in my stomach,
or my cheeks?
Who told me to stand with my legs apart
and my hips thrust back
to create the illusion of a gap
between my thighs?
Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me
is my negative space?"
— Negative Space (via yoursly)
(Source: devonsdiary, via elauxe)
"I’m definitely pro-selfie. I think that anybody who’s anti-selfie is really just a hater. Because, truthfully, why shouldn’t people take pictures of themselves? When I’m on Instagram and I see that somebody took a picture of themselves, I’m like, ‘Thank you.’ I don’t need to see a picture of the sky, the trees, plants. There’s only one you. I could Google image search ‘the sky’ and I would probably see beautiful images to knock my socks off. But I can’t Google, you know, ‘What does my friend look like today?’ For you to be able to take a picture of yourself that you feel good enough about to share with the world – I think that’s a great thing."
— Ezra Koenig (via cultivate-solitude)
This made me crush on Ezra so much harder now.
(Source: reti-cent, via elauxe)