I’ve been writing or rather, typing sinxe 145 am.

It’s 349
My fingers are cramping, and by time to get up for work if I’m lucky I’ll have gotten 4 hours of sleep for a 7 hour shift..

If it’s past midnight where you are in this world, and you haven’t spoken a word yet and it’s august 1st, you better as hell say “rabbit rabbit good luck” and you’ll have good luck all month

Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.

Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar (via quotes-shape-us)

(via nonsensiclemumbling)

every time you
tell your daughter
you yell at her
out of love
you teach her to confuse
anger with kindness
which seems like a good idea
till she grows up to
trust men who hurt her
cause they look so much
like you.

to fathers with daughtersrupi kaur (via doddlekit)

(via nonsensiclemumbling)

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How To: Dance Like A White Person


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Sadie doesn’t want her brother to grow up


i wont let this video die

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white girls be like

Sounds like my bro

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I did the same dance routine in my room 100 days in a row and made this cool time lapse video 

A hero can be anyone.

this is the prophet religions talk about

100 fuckin days .. Dance on, dance your fuckin heart out bc this is gold

(via midnighttraintoanywhere)

Omg I turned on my computer like 2 hours ago with the intention of using my brothers Netflix but then I forgot and ended up listening to the same 3 songs 200 times and making at least 7 useless text posts and now it’s almost 1 am and I’m not tired but Netflix but work in the a.m😞😣

i spent so many fuckin hours hating myself today, that now i’m like delirious from insanity and being so emotionally charged that i’m going through like so far, 7 pages of my old writing and pics and shit and i don’t give a fuck. i may be depressed as fuck and its crazy to see how a year went by, and not much changed, but man is it cool to see what i was thinking back then and this was/is the only way i know to express it

http://justastorytotelll.tumblr.com/post/50142321967/i-am-sorry-to-tell-you-but-nothing-is-real ›


i am sorry to tell you, but nothing is real

nothing exists and you are nothing

and i am nothing

that thing that happened that is traumatizing you is not real

love does not exist and neither do our physical bodies, nor our hearts

and yet somehow still i am wondering how it is possible for…