Most people’s train of thought: I really want to learn how to play the guitar. I should buy a guitar. My train of thought: That guitar is the perfect shade of green. It’s so beautiful that if I bought it, I’m sure I’d learn how to play the guitar.
I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my...– I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. (via misanderysoncooper)
rainbowsndreadlocks replied to your post: rainbowsndreadlocks replied to your post: SO, I… I propose that we hold a full length conversation in the near future. Challenge accepted. Will message you a way to find me off this thing.
accidentaleeinlove asked: I just keep scrolling and scrolling and...I'm pretty sure you're brilliant.
rainbowsndreadlocks replied to your post: SO, I just left my office to go to the ATM on… You’re a funny being. I like that. lol, thankyou! I like that you like that. Also, your face.
…once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.– The Skin Horse from The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams (via morvia)
SO, I just left my office to go to the ATM on campus (where I work) and on my way back I’m walking and daydreaming and minding my own damn business when I hear a “pssst” coming from somewhere behind me. I looked around and saw a guy, I also saw a pretty lady—so I automatically assumed that some kind of heterosexual mating ritual was about to take place and continued...
nothinghumanisalientome: shout out to potatoes for being so fucking versatile and delicious
Whatever is on my mind, I say it as I feel it, I’m truthful to myself; I’m young...– (via cjwho)
My socially awkward life
me: good thanks
L'amour NaturELLE: Can relaxed hair be locked? →
All my worst fears confirmed.
Inconsequential things I would like to, but probably won’t, accomplish today: Work up an appetite for food beyond salads. The last time I ate something besides a fruit or vegetable salad was on Tuesday. I ordered wedges and couldn’t finish them. Stop thinking or talking about her. You know, besides right now, where I had to think about her to know that I didn’t want to think...
You are a dream; I hope I never meet you.– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via beautyisanillusion)
Crush on a person that is unaware of your physical existence; feel guilty when you find yourself attracted to other more accessible people.
toad-hollow: I gotta say i love the smell of my own sweat in the summer