What i know for sure is that you can never fall out of love. take this example; falling in love is like falling into a ditch. You can of course fall into a ditch. You can’t fall OUT of a ditch though. It’s impossible. You can climb out or find a way out, but you’ll have those patches of dirt on your clothes and those scratches. And no matter how many times you wash those clothes some stains will have been set in, unremovable. Some of those scratches will leave scars. Like love. You can find a way away from love but you will always have some feelings. It’s just how life is.
I was creeping on Tumblr and found this. Excellent description, I think.
We could make a Fitblr commune, and eat fish and pineapples and coconuts, and surf and sing and play music with Jack Johnson (because, I mean, WHO WOULDNT WANT TO HANG WITH US?… duh, of COURSE Jack Johnson would be there?)
btw, “No” is not an acceptable answer. Im packing now.
“Take a run at the sun when, you think of the one; brings a cloud to your eye. Every moment you smile, rain lets up for a while; sun starts clearing your sky. Let the rays come inside: they’ll make everything right. Let the sun embrace you. All the feelings you hide: let ‘em go with the tide. Give the moon a place, too.”—"Take a Run at the Sun" by Dinosaur Jr.
“Is the point of life not to grow and to change? A lot of people think staying the same forever is a good thing. I mean I guess if you come out of the womb a 110 years old with all the wisdom in the world, like I guess if you come out of the womb a fully evolved person, then yeah it’s good to stay the same. I just think it’s funny how people from our past, chain us to who we used to be. And all I have to say is good riddance to those people, that try to keep us stuck and that try to keep us one way, and that DON’T want to see us flourish and change. A good person to have in your life is someone that encourages the change and believes that you have the power to change. Anyone in your life that doubts your capabilities to change to become a better person… peace to them.”—Chris Crocker (via jennaanne01)
make things clearer. There’s all sorts of stuff I’ve been feeling, and not really knowing what it was. You know when you have that, and then you just start talking to someone who’s there to listen and cares, and everything kind of pieces itself together as you say it? Yeah. That just happened, and it feels good. (:
They’ve faced down humans time and time again, but Fred Phelps and his minions from the Westboro Baptist Church were not ready for the cosplay action that awaited them today at Comic-Con. After all, who can win against a counter protest that includes robots, magical anime girls, Trekkies, Jedi and…kittens?
Unbeknownst to the dastardly fanatics of the Westboro Baptist Church, the good folks of San Diego’s Comic-Con were prepared for their arrival with their own special brand of superhuman counter protesting chanting “WHAT DO WE WANT” “GAY SEX” “WHEN DO WE WANT IT” “NOW!” while brandishing ironic (and some sincere) signs. Simply stated: The eclectic assembly of nerdom’s finest stood and delivered.
Seriously. Granted I’m going to have to get my ass back in gear, my social life will hopefully return. I hate being so far from everyone here and doing absolutely nothing. It’s so lame. Dean is the only person I see on a regular basis. I’m not saying I don’t appreciate him, but I need my friend time. Maybe that’s why I’ve been getting so grumpy when I’m around him. UHG. I’m too used to being busy, and I don’t like being a useless blob. No, really. I am. Now, all of my friends are just far enough that it’s a pain to make plans with them. At least in college, I won’t expect to see them on a regular basis, and probably end up meeting new people that are there, anyway.
I’m not blaming you guys for leaving me out or anything; I just wish you didn’t have to. Sorry, guys, but talking to you on facebook all the time doesn’t quite cut it.
“It is, you must concede, unpleasantly messy, this business of having feelings, this mattering to each other. I’ve always thought of it as gory, a sort of perpetually occurring road accident—everyone going too fast, too close, without due care and attention, or with too much…”—Glen Duncan, I, Lucifer (via quote-book)
This is what’s supposed to happen after a night of fearing the world will end. You’re supposed to feel your heart pound against your chest, life moving through your veins. You’re supposed to realize that hair still stems from the roots of your crown and that your morning breath still fills the…