Inner Bully

Gonna be the champion of my life

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dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it—whether through envy or pity or simple foreignness—which allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story, until the memory itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in the fog, no longer even looking for a place to land.

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Whatever — the soup is getting cold.

Last sentence of a mathematical theorem in Leonardo da Vinci’s notebook, 1518 (x)

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dezmo:

100% real Daft Punk documentary 2k14

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The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.

Aurelius, Marcus. Meditations.  (via ohdreaming)

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This whole staying positive thing is getting difficult. My computer just broke. My car is totalled. And I can hardly talk to the one I am infatuated with. At least, I bought my plane ticket to Oregon today and I can just fly away at the end of the month and develop a new set of problems.

It is often said that anarchists live in a world of dreams to come, and do not see the things which happen today. We see them only too well, and in their true colors, and that is what makes us carry the hatchet into the forest of prejudices that besets us.

Pyotr Kropotkin, 1896 (via herbivorexvx)

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kim-jong-chill:

i’m just going to leave this here

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Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

The Winter of the Air  (via fuckinq)

this seriously fucked me up right now

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I am realizing I always repost good burger.

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Remember that there is nothing stable in human affairs; therefore avoid undue elation in prosperity, or undue depression in adversity.

 Socrates 

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Oh, and I shaved my beard off

Oh, and I shaved my beard off