July222014
“The first draft is just you telling yourself the story.” Terry Pratchett (via maxkirin)

(via thewine-darksea)

8AM

gaywrites:

Meet the faces of the “I’m Sorry” campaign, a group of Christians who go to Chicago’s pride celebrations every year to apologize for their past hateful actions against LGBT people. The group started in 2010 and has since moved to other cities across the world. This is what love looks like. (via the Advocate

It’s not the goal, but its a start.

(via darjeelingandcoke)

July212014
“When you’re young, thunderstorms seem scary. Like the sky is angry at you. But now that I’m older, something about its roar soothes me; it’s comforting to know that even nature needs to scream sometimes.” Unknown  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: c0ntemplations, via coffeewithajla)

8AM
bambela:


“To judge a man by his weakest link or deed is like judging the power of the ocean by one wave.” 

This is literary my favourtie thing ever

bambela:

“To judge a man by his weakest link or deed is like judging the power of the ocean by one wave.” 

This is literary my favourtie thing ever

(Source: time-slipsaway, via coffeewithajla)

July202014

Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I have already heard the word rubbed raw across the flesh of so many girls before me. Thrown at them like rocks that beat the skin of those we do not understand.

“You are beautiful,” we yell with such contempt. “God dammit, why won’t you just believe me, you’re beautiful!” It is not a compliment. It is a victory march of your own self sacrifice. “You’re beautiful,” we say through gritted teeth. “You’re beautiful,” we spit out through tears, looking at a reflection we hate. “You’re beautiful,” we say, holding a body that has never felt the arms of another. “You’re beautiful.”

Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. A word like that floats on the surface, give me something with depth. Tell me I’m intelligent. Tell me I’m courageous. Tell me that when I laugh the whole world smiles. Tell me that my voice is sweeter than strawberries. Remind me that my hands have helped flowers grow, painted the ocean, and captured the sky in my phone. Assure me that with a mind like mine, I can change the world. 

Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I don’t really care if it’s true. I’ve spent years trying to convince myself that beauty goes through and through. Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I’ve felt the word splatter against me enough for a lifetime. I am better than the “beautiful” that slips from your lips. I am the ocean, 36,000 feet deep. There are parts of me you have never seen. I am outer space, infinite in your search. I am not simply “beautiful.” I’m a fucking masterpiece.

Not Everyone is Beautiful (via dingyfeathers)

(Source: crimson-jpg, via suzannejeanosterloh)

8AM
“Brazilians were supporting Germany’s NT. Why? 6 months ago the Germans arrived in Santa Cruz Cabrália (Bahia, Brazil) and built a hotel, a health center, a football field, donated an ambulance to the town, created a full-time school program in Cabralia, made a road that led to their training center, didn’t bring German employees hiring about 250 Cabrália citizens in their training center. Then the Germany NT arrived and: When not training, they socialized with the citizens in the town or in the beach, partied with the citizens, were kind to the fans always talking to them/taking pictures with them. About the win against our team: they were respectful with us, said that their idols were Brazilian legends and that we shouldn’t lose our pride. They are thankful for the way they were welcome here. And they’ll donate the things they built to the population. It’s impossible not to support these guys.” I translated this because people think it’s just because they beat Argentina. It’s not. (via argentie)

I am so happy.

(via coffeewithajla)

July192014

Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
you’re tired. Every atom in you
has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes
nonstop from mitosis to now.
Quit tapping your feet. They’ll dance
inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.

Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch
by inch America is giving itself
to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness
lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.
You aren’t alone. All of the continents used to be
one body. You aren’t alone. Go to sleep.

Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow,
Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle,
Psychology says: but first it has to be night, so
Biology says: the body-clocks are stopped all over town
and
History says: here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down.

Albert Goldbarth, “The Sciences Sing a Lullabye” (via larmoyante)

(via beautiful-bibliophile)

8AM

memewhore:

laura-long-socks:

the-art-student-in-221c:

shirts i think carlos the scientist would wear

all from look human

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I want most of them. (I don’t care that Pluto was reclassified, and I’m not a chemist)

(via mckbecky)

July182014
8AM
littlenegativesbigpositives:

William Faulkner’s books

littlenegativesbigpositives:

William Faulkner’s books

(via beautiful-bibliophile)

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