January 2012
75 posts
it’s funny when i reblog a picture i get all these likes from usernames i don’t recognize at all and when i make a text post i usually recognize 95% of the people who liked it i luv u guys
how to be emotionally stable without getting bored →
Maybe when you were in love with things, what you were really in love with was not the things themselves but rather something inside them that you could never quite get at, which was why you loved them with such annihilating desperation, as if throwing yourself over and over against a locked door.
“i take personality tests to confirm that i have one”
the sunrise after the first snowfall of the year has the potential to be very beautiful in a quiet way (we can be the only people on this new earth)
but i gave up on winter a long time ago
“One morning, over at Elizabeth’s beach house, she asked me if I’d...”
Anonymous asked: why does your tumblr say mackenzie. 15. pansexual. vegan. ?
“you should try to get some sun
you remind me of everyone”
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maybe if sopa passes i’ll finally get a life
SOMEBODY SLAP ME
clavid:
what is there to like about a blog thats just 1 big reblog
if i reblog this what does that mean
today
whiteowl:
today i was about an hour from my house and i bought a smoothie and the cashier dude had the words “everybody cares, everybody understands” and the number 8 tattooed to his arm and i asked him “is that elliott smith?” and he said something like “yes, whoa, nobody has ever recognized it before” and we smiled and then i left and we’ll never see each other again the end
this was in...
does anyone else browse babynames.com for fun or is that just me
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the ocean of consciousness: more than a body and a... →
theoceanofconsciousness:
i used to be in love with the world. everything was a vibrant color. rich reds, deep blues, earthy greens. everything was a song that could make you cry (in a good way). the sound of silence was something to look forward to because i knew my thoughts would fill the silence with beauty and i was excited to see what i could do with that beauty. man made non-tangible...
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the ocean of consciousness: not an epiphany →
theoceanofconsciousness:
do you remember when these songs meant more to you than the wandering thoughts of possible colleges and jobs and boy”friends” to kiss/touch and places to live away from home and the fear of being old and alone and not being able to do things for yourself, remember when you listened to those words being sung with such young and new ears, so curious about the world...
hullabbalabbaluu asked: if you still want interesting words: "There is this Icelandic word skúffuskáld, which means someone who’s secretly a poet. It literally means “drawer poet”: someone who writes poetry but chugs it all into his/her desk drawer instead of showing it to people."
http://www.mugshots.com/US-Counties/California/Sacramento-County-CA/Aubrey-Richey.html
the Real me
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i want to make a blog dedicated to people who look like paul mccartney
there are a lot of them
do you ever wish a band or artist you like could make a song out of something you wrote
i do
“rain is millions of tiny speech bubbles unused
the collected breaths of mutes...”
– why?
1: wouldn't it be weird if nobody cried at night
2: wouldn't it be weird if everyone did
http://comic.naver.com/webtoon/detail.nhn?titleId=3... →
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RECENTLY MY TUMBLR HAS TURNED INTO A TWITTER
WHO NEEDS MORE THAN TWO SENTENCES ANYWAY
EDITING VIDEOS ON MACS IS SO EASY I WANT TO CRY
i need more nearby friends so i can film them
and interact i guess
lillasyster kanin: pandolive: i have a thing where... →
pandolive:
i have a thing
where
i don’t think anybody respects me
intellectually
and rather than this post being
split up with the line breaks being a kind of punctuation
it will probably just be
“annoyingly long”
for you
i apologise
imagine for a second that maybe
a person
(i)
once had intellectually stimulated and stimulating thoughts
they
(i)
were
(was)
...