I want your Monday morning
sleep soaked eyes
dream drenched voice,
‘five more minutes please babe.’
I want your Tuesday afternoon
glasses off, laughter on
‘just hold me for a while
it’s been a hard day.’
I want your Wednesday evening
fingers through hair
teeth nibbling nails
neck craning, eye glazing
‘this paperwork never ends’
I want your Thursday night
drinks for two
muscles let loose
‘just me and you’
I want your finally Friday
stretch soul smile,
sun sipping light
from the glaciers in your eyes
fingers unfurl, hand extends
‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’
I want your weekend.
your movie marathon Saturday
reading by the fireplace
kissing in the blankets
want your Sunday morning
orange juice and pancakes
white sheets, tender skin
hair like the Fourth of July
‘let’s not get out of bed today.’
I want your ordinary
and your stress, rest, release
I want your bad day and that terrible night
I want you drunk in my arms
forgetting the place but never my name
I want your lazy and your lonely
and your fist full of fight
I want you everyday
in every way
for the rest of my life.
— On Both Knees | alfaazkibarsaaat (via halluzinogen)
11:55 am • 1 August 2014 • 52,792 notes
“It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.
A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening.
Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily.
You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth.
You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later.
Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, you’re starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. They’re the ones that are holding your twenties hostage.
Stop thinking that everyone is having more sex than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because it’s not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. You’ve already spent enough time feeling like you’re stuck, like you’re watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you’re unable to hold on to anything.
I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can’t stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it.
You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of shit doesn’t happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it.
Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today?
We shall see.
— You’re Not Making The Most Of Your 20s, Ryan O’Connell (via paintdeath)
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7:49 am • 1 August 2014 • 149,388 notes
Remember doing this thing on FB notes when we were sophomores in high school and I didn’t know music was a thing? Dark ages/Good times.
I was tagged by Justin Ree aka eiixir
You can tell a lot about someone by the type of music that they listen to. Hit shuffle on your iPod, phone, iTunes, Media Player, etc. and write down the first 20 songs. Then pass this on to 10 people. One rule: No skipping
1. Best Coast- Sun Was High (So Was I)
2. James Blake - Digital Lion
3. Flying Lotus - Electric Candyman feat. Thom Yorke
4. Radiohead - (Nice Dream)
5. Feist - The Park
6. RHCP - Save The Population
7. The Clash - Should I Stay or Should I Go
8. The Police - Don’t Stand So Close To Me
9. Giraffage - Feels
10. My Morning Jacket- First Light
11. Pink Floyd - Is There Anybody Out There?
12. Tupac - I Get Around ft. Digital Underground (STRICTLY 4 MAH N.I.G.G.A.Z.)
13. Destroyer - Downtown
14. Led Zepplin - Rock and Roll
15. Janelle Monae - Mushrooms & Roses
16. Amar Akbar Anthony Soundtrack - Title Song (Yo where the fuck is all my bollywood at?)
17. Das Racist - Deep Ass Shit (You’ll Get It When You’re High)
18. Fleet Foxes - Quiet Houses
19. Interpol - Narc
20. David Bowie - Magic Dance (YOU REMIND ME OF THE BABE)
amazingicity alwayskhushinevergham a787 anruixi wrykyn eriiinnn shivu foofiee mymutantsuperpowerisnotverysuper betterhomesandhobbits
I tagged you because the thing told me to and I found it fun tbh. Sorry if I’m too salty for you.
1:38 am • 29 July 2014 • 3 notes
And then this kinda shit pops up on your pop page.
Vine is so great. It’s like watching a buncha funny short videos on youtube but hella streamlined and easy. MADE FOR THE ADHD generation.
1:17 am • 29 July 2014 • 2 notes
HEREIN LIES THE HYPOCRACY
This is a viner I like.
1:12 am • 29 July 2014 • 1 note
what is snoop dogg even doing with his life
uhm excuse u bitch, u mean snoop LION
no he went back to snoop dogg after realizing he hated being rastafarian because his hat was itchy
1:07 am • 29 July 2014 • 215,245 notes
This was another fucked up thing that happened.
“He’s got tattoos, blue eyes, and I want his dick. How could he be a bad person?”
All of these super popular viners are all hella fucked up.
12:57 am • 29 July 2014 • 21 notes
Hoppin on this hate train because I like vine and I think this kid and his posse of Bieberesque white teenagers make me want to throw up in my mouth
12:38 am • 29 July 2014 • 31 notes
Jesus Christ you guys.
If you wish to make waffles from scratch, you must first invent the universe.
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12:22 am • 29 July 2014 • 236,170 notes
@arjunk26: Boss who poses better ? Me or her ?
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12:18 am • 29 July 2014 • 156 notes