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.
Like. Like. Like.
Forget the Rabbit. Follow these.

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.

(via sandersmcgee)

"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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notmysecret:

*aggressively cares about you but doesn’t want to be clingy about it*

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shadowjourneys and I are now officially models.

We shot with a winery yesterday and soon our faces will be plastered all over their website.

Life takes you strange places, folks…

ladouleurexquiseea:

Hello Everyone Tuesday is the BIG day :) The official launch of my little line Onya’e Natural Skincare!!
For starters it will include 4 lip balms (vegan options as well) and 1 body butter that come in 2oz and 4oz sizes.
All natural ingredients made in my home and with great benefits for the skin. Of course I will create more products for the shop as time goes on but thank you everyone for your patience and support.
Be sure to check out
www.etsy.com/shop/onyaenaturals at 8:00pm and/or the FB page for more updates
Thank you again everyone :) #onyaenaturals #launch #excited

Finally, products I can trust to be all natural! Everyone get in on this action.

Dear Usually Pleasant Lady,

I drive by your house at least four times a day, normally six or eight. Every time I see you outside, I wave at you and smile, and you return the courtesy. Yesterday, however, you greeted me in a different manner. As I drove 29 miles/hour down Biava, only four over the speed limit, you screamed, “SLOW DOWN! SLOW DOWN!” as you flailed your arms.

After living up here for a year, I understand the need to drive slowly and cautiously on Biava. I know that children frequently play outside. I know that pets roam. I know that deer are ready to jump out in front of cars at the last second. I know all of these things, just as well as you know them.

What you DIDN’T know, however, was that my fiance has been in the Intensive Care Unit since Saturday due to severe head trauma. I have slept by his side most nights, hoping and praying that he will make it through this. You see, he fractured his skull and was in a coma. His neurosurgeon told me that he will most likely be a vegetable, if he even wakes up at all. When you saw me driving yesterday, I had just woken up from a brief nap by a phone call. It was the hospital. He was waking up.

Even though my heart was racing, I was not. Although I had every inclination of driving 150 mph down that road, I restrained myself. So, to see you screaming at me to slow down was incredibly insensitive and actually hurtful. I write to you to beg you to step down from your high horse, stop thinking that you know what’s best for Biava drivers, and to understand that in these next few days there will be various drivers going 29 or over while we wait for our loved one to heal and come home. Please do not add to our stress by yelling at us again.

Sincerely,

Owner of the charcoal Fit and resident of TF Ranch

So, I submitted my research to the National Communication Association earlier this year, and I wasn’t expecting much since it’s already a year old and I didn’t go to a research renowned school, but I thought what the hell, I’ll try. After months of waiting, I finally heard back from them.

My research was accepted for presentation.

You guysssss, I’m going to Chicago to talk to a bunch of comm research nerds about my senior project. This is a dream come trueeee, especially since I actually want to do research for a living!

I’m kind of freaking out.

lesbiansand-stuff:

I cried reading this.

Reminds me of schrodingers-flirt for some reason??

(via esoteric-touch)

I got bored of having boring hair.