Ramblings of a Someage Nobody

akako-22:

please watch the whole thing

captainfawful:

Don’t follow him.
Call his bluff.

captainfawful:

Don’t follow him.

Call his bluff.

bellpincher:

i need medical attention immediately

bellpincher:

i need medical attention immediately

plokster:

some quick fan art of limes from vinesauce

plokster:

some quick fan art of limes from vinesauce

oh-godno:

ramavatarama:

waywardvagabondslilcousin:

a woman has twins and gives them up for adoption

one of them goes to a family in egypt and is named amal the other goes to a family in spain they name him juan

years later juan sends a picture of himself to his birth mother. upon receiving the picture she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of amal

he responds “theyre twins if youve seen juan youve seen amal”

NOOOOOOOO

I DONT GET IT????

Delete her number.

Stop ringing her. Stop messaging her. Stop making excuses to see her, to drop by her place.

Erase her name from memory. Remove yourself from her life, more completely than you would like but as completely as she deserves. Move on, so that you can allow her to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see her face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about her lips, the warm glow of her skin when she rests next to you, or how she squeezes your hand in her sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of her perfume, that she only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that she loves you.

She loves you.

She has been in love with you for too long.

So, forget how she says your name. Forget how she calls your name. Forget how she screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and she stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in her lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how her hair feels in your fingers. Forget how she looks in your sweatshirts.

Forget her.

Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her.

Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.

Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.

What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.

Doggedly loyal to you.

That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reachvout to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?

She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now.

Right now.

But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later.

(via great-eudemonia)

holy fucking wow

(via curiovsly)

yeaa..

(via lost-in-woonderland)

I kinda want to bawl my eyes out because I love wayy too hard but I get scared and may end up leaving you

(via sondoms)
cakeybots:

OOF COURRSE IT’S AN OORANGE I JUST TOLDD YOU IT WAS AN OOOORANGE

cakeybots:

OOF COURRSE IT’S AN OORANGE I JUST TOLDD YOU IT WAS AN OOOORANGE

tramampoline:

cupcakesflying:

ships with height differences <333

image

iwriteaboutfeminism:

The start of the school year in Ferguson was pushed back another week, to Aug. 25th. In the meantime, children are able to spend the day at the library or local churches. 

rushofinfinity:

theconspicuousninja:

glamydia:

hey there delilah, what’s it like in new york city? i’ve been comparing vacation destinations for my family’s next big trip and wanted a secondary opinion 

I TRIED READING ALL OF THIS IN THE TUNE OF THE SONG AND WHEN IT DIDN’T WORK OUT I GOT REALLY MAD. 

Same

indecisive-bamma:

Let’s leave this here.

indecisive-bamma:

Let’s leave this here.

sad-girl-who-lost-her-rocket:

thewonderyearstrong:

do you ever just

realise

that one of your friends

male or female

is like, really hot?

but not in a ‘damn i’d tap that’ kinda way

but in a

‘i made friends with someone who’s really attractive, nice’

I think about this a lot.

thefrogman:

[reddit]

doctor-donna-friends:

castieltherebel:

flippin daleks have the best sass lets be real, those little salt shakers of doom know how to give some of the best burns the time vortex has ever seen

salt shakers of doom

knowledgeequalsblackpower:

eccentricsoul:

blackourstory:

FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO ASKED …

Yes, White Men had plenty of disregard and disrespect to go around. 

And for those of you who are wondering when and How the Irish Became White in America…

Tbh I don’t even understand how Jews claim White.

How Did Jews Become White Folks (.pdf)