I….can’t even express how lucky I am, how grateful I am for the amazing, amazing friends I’ve made here. I know I’m going to do a better in depth post about this but I just….the feels guys. These people really care about me for me, not for anything else. I took such a huge risk coming over here and I was just…completely welcomed and loved without a second thought.
You can’t really ask for anything else in life.
I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life.
this is the most important thing to me
Idk if it’s just me but i think it’s so incredibly hot to be completely aware of your partners “flaws”, and to be so drawn to them still to the point that their flaws become some of the sexiest things about them.
When our intrinsic ugliness becomes a part of our beauty.
here’s a picture of dori speaking whale for your blog
i didn’t realize how much me and my blog needed this until i saw it
lmfao you can’t not reblog this
OMFG ITS TRANSPARENT 5EVER REBLOG
omfg i watched this about 2 minutes
Being weird is one of my favorite attributes.
There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”
I think it’s time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can’t make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
“Rap is just noise”
Look at that terrible rap music, poisoning the minds of our youth.
Ugh. All rap is misogynistic.