With Arms Outstretched
Rilo Kiley

adultgaywad:

And I promise you I’m doing the best I can

Some days, they last longer than others
But this day by the lake went too fast
And if you want me, you better speak up — I won’t wait
So you better move fast

Via
HTC T-Mobile G1
teapotsahoy:

vassraptor

coffeeandcockatiels:

Always make sure to start Wandows Ngrmadly.

#ia ia windows fhtagn
I don’t think this boot looks promising.

teapotsahoy:

vassraptor

coffeeandcockatiels:

Always make sure to start Wandows Ngrmadly.

#ia ia windows fhtagn

I don’t think this boot looks promising.

To the coffee shop dude who bought me eight pieces of baklava as an apology for not saying goodbye to me the other night: thanks? But also, get a grip, man. 

gavinfreehasruinedmylife:

dont think about ur crush waking up next to you dont think about them in pajamas dont think about them with messy hair and sleepy smiles just. dont. dont do it.

snowzapped:

I empathize with you, man.

snowzapped:

I empathize with you, man.

rhube:

nickjbarlow:

source

Yesssssss.

rhube:

nickjbarlow:

source

Yesssssss.

"Sure, some news is bigger than other news. War is bigger news that a girl having mixed feelings about the ways some guy fucked her and didn’t call. But I don’t believe in a finite economy of empathy; I happen to think that paying attention yields as much as it taxes. You learn to start seeing."

— from The Empathy Exams: Essays, by Leslie Jamison

"I was once called a wound dweller. It was a boyfriend who called me that. I didn’t like how it sounded. It was a few years ago and I’m still not over it. (It was a wound; I dwell.)"

— from The Empathy Exams: Essays, by Leslie Jamison

"I have never considered compassion a finite resource. I would not want to live in a world where such was the case." 

— from Bad Feminist: Essays, by Roxane Gay


"The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea." 

As best as I can tell, this is a paraphrase of the following passage from Seven Gothic Tales  by Karen Blixen (pseud: Isak Dinesen): 
"Do you know a cure for me?"
"Why yes, he said. "I know a cure for everything. Salt water."
"Salt water?" I asked him. 
"Yes," he said, "in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea."
—
For me it was tears yesterday, sweat today. Maybe I’ll take to the sea tomorrow. 

"The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea." 

As best as I can tell, this is a paraphrase of the following passage from Seven Gothic Tales  by Karen Blixen (pseud: Isak Dinesen): 

"Do you know a cure for me?"

"Why yes, he said. "I know a cure for everything. Salt water."

"Salt water?" I asked him. 

"Yes," he said, "in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea."

For me it was tears yesterday, sweat today. Maybe I’ll take to the sea tomorrow. 

"Sometimes, your friends will date people you cannot stand. You can either be honest about your feelings or you can lie. There are good reasons for both. Sometimes you will be the person dating someone your friends cannot stand. If your man or woman is a scrub, just own it so you and your friends can talk about more interesting things. My go-to explanation is ‘I am dating an asshole because I’m lazy.’ You are welcome to borrow it."

— from “How to Be Friends With Another Woman,” in Bad Feminist: Essays, by Roxane Gay

Tonight I’m taken aback by how often I’m ashamed of my emotions. Of how deeply I crave affection. Of how the very thought of rejection makes me shrivel inside. Of how loudly I’m shouting like melove meappreciate mehear me. 

It’s hard, because I want to be impervious to what anyone else thinks of me. To have armor-thick skin. To be cool, to be hard, to be withering. To cut others down to size the way I’ve been cut myself. It’s hard to reconcile the soft, insistent need to be loved with this image of myself as self-sufficient badass. But I’m trying tonight to lean toward the former – to try to cultivate an open, unashamed vulnerability. I think, in the end, that might be braver. 

flyartproductions:

MY ANACONDA DON’T WANT NONE UNLESS YOU GOT BUNS HUN
Lilith with a snake (1886), John Collier / Anaconda, Nicki Minaj

flyartproductions:

MY ANACONDA DON’T WANT NONE UNLESS YOU GOT BUNS HUN

Lilith with a snake (1886), John Collier / Anaconda, Nicki Minaj