Saturday Sep 27 @ 03:35pm

brinepools:

reasons I can relate to a possum:

-tired & unkempt
-emotions ranging from “displeased” to “existential scream”
-no work ethic
-lies around looking dead when overwhelmed
-will eat trash & live amongst trash if left to own devices
-sometimes you feel bad and feed it a sandwich

Saturday Sep 27 @ 02:19am
apatianuncamas:

why he lick me

apatianuncamas:

why he lick me

Thursday Sep 25 @ 09:24pm
Tuesday Sep 23 @ 05:58pm
regisfiliaaa:

Got ‘em, coach!

regisfiliaaa:

Got ‘em, coach!

Tuesday Sep 23 @ 02:08pm

webofgoodnews:

New Yorker high fives people hailing cabs

I love this.

Tuesday Sep 16 @ 12:53pm
wnslw:

I want this on a shirt

wnslw:

I want this on a shirt

Monday Sep 15 @ 12:17pm

Busyness lies. It tricks us into thinking that things are happening. That we’re going places, being productive, living a full life. The exhilarating effects of stress, not the quiet or stillness after chaos, is familiar. We would rather have something, than nothing, even if that something is…empty.

We all do this. We look to relationships, drugs or distractions to fill so-called “voids” and assuage our loneliness or anxiety about who we are and the uncertainty of our futures. Isn’t that why we tie our self worth to salaries and job titles in hopes that this will validate us? Isn’t that why we justify the long hours, routine work, and deteriorating relationships as “real life?” How is it that we’ve become so complacent?

I refuse to believe that with age, you need to be realistic and live out your decisions based on what’s been done or what’s expected of you. What if we stopped looking externally for validation or excitement, but found that within ourselves? See I want to feel like life is worth living. Not for culture, not for the societal structures and institutions in place, not for the security, none of that. Just life itself. The idea that being alive is enough…beautiful, even.

I don’t want to be tied down to a job I despise or to be surrounded by people who take that shit too seriously. And by shit, I mean, jobs, resumes, salaries, kids, marriage, age, any of it. Others may be able to go through life’s routine and find their truth, or perhaps never bother finding it at all. But I can’t. I just can’t.

Thoughts of a post-grad 21 year old who finds busyness overrated (via body-peace) Sunday Sep 14 @ 01:49pm
Saturday Sep 13 @ 01:12pm

Friday Sep 12 @ 07:21pm
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