With Eyes Wide Open and Trembling Hands

Sweet Breezus, that's good.

I'm a chaser, to put it simply. The most noncommital person you will ever meet. Buddhist beliefs but a Jewish community. I know who I am but not where I walk.

I'm just a little too addicted to Pokemon, Harry Potter, Brand New, and linguistics.

Wholeness over happiness. Live for you unabashedly. This world is yours.
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Forget the Rabbit. Follow these.

I have too many good friends who tell me to drop everything I’m doing and move overseas, to travel even though I am broke, to forget about the things of this world and my current life and just fucking go for it. You all inspire me to live for myself, and although I am still too scared to do it now, I am grateful to know that I have people in my life who support me enough to know that this is something that I have to do for myself.

Nothing will ruin your 20s more than thinking you should have your life together already.
I need to write this on every wall of my room. (via thisyearsgirls)

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I seem to live in a constant state of in between, always asking myself, “Why are you doing this?” and only being able to answer, “Why not?”

And although this seems to be adventurous and spontaneous, it is also reckless and careless, and leaves me hollow. “Why not?” isn’t justification for destruction.

"Why not?" isn’t justification for destruction.

The last time I saw this man face to face was two years ago when I got on a night bus to Bilbao from Valencia. I cried the whole way.

The last time I saw this man on video, we decided to never talk to each other again. Again, I cried.

This time, it was all smiles. Good to see you again, Juanmi.

This just in: I now am a program director and volleyball coach for the Napa Skyhawks.

This should be fun.

My actual shopping list:

  • Pillows
  • Bulletin board
  • Dr. Pepper
  • Alcohol
  • Dinner

Apparently, I’m having a bad week so far.

On occasion, I put make-up on and leave my lair.

You oughta kick up some trouble now, because in forty years, they’ll all tell you you’re old.

prideandparadox:

Nice try, Tumblrbot…  Attention whore.

How is this still getting notes?

prideandparadox:

Nice try, Tumblrbot…  Attention whore.

How is this still getting notes?

youngblackandvegan:

i do not love unconditionally

the only condition for me loving you is that you respect me

once i have been disrespected i will snap out of “i love you” mode so quick

and switch to “i love me” 

I need everyone to understand this.

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"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….

First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”

But here is what I think you should know.

You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.

You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.

You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).

You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.

In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.

In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”

Libby Anne (via awelltraveledwoman)

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SERIOUS POST TIME.
My cousin found out a month ago that he has cancer.

Let me tell you about my family. I’m from a long line of survivors, a group of people who have been to hell and back, but who sometimes get broken. My cousin Rob (on the left, next to my brother) has been ran over by a car (and HE got sued for it), been accused of stabbing someone (he’s the NICEST person I’ve ever met), witnessed countless friends and family die, and now he’s been diagnosed with aggressive testicular cancer. He’s only 25.

With his tattoos and his stature, he’s intimidating as hell. He looks like the hardest, toughest guy on the block. But he’s not, and he is not invincible. His chemo is draining, his pain is incredible, and he needs help. Within the last years, he’s gone back to school, helped start his own business, and has worked hard to get in a good place. But it is not enough. He needs help. Your help.

Please, anything helps, even just a reblog. The more people who see this, the better the chance he has at getting proper treatment and beating this. Do what you can, change a life.

https://www.giveforward.com/fundraiser/1r55/robert-s-cancer-fund?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=fb_share_feed&utm_campaign=dashboard_overview_T1&og_action=hug&t=3&fb_ref=2486160

And once again, I find myself living for those around me and for their expectations of my life.

I need to tattoo to my forehead, “This is YOUR life. Do what YOU want. Fuck the world.” Maybe then it’ll stick.

taylynsweetest:

Hi guys.

So I’ve started a huge project in my life. Actually more than just a “project,” but rather making a dream become reality. And I feel that Tumblr is one of the best places to share it. It’s called SWEETEST Magazine.

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I started SWEETEST Magazine last year back…

Things that are incredible and make me super happy.

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