love me & you'll see

i am not just introverted and socially shy. i stand up for myself and what i believe in. i fall in love. not often, but when i do i fall hard. reading. dancing. music. interesting people. sometimes i hate my insecurities.

johnnyb94:

8bitatoms:

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

sevvey6:

morbidamusement:

captain-snark:

bananamerlin:

maderadearquitecto:

Thermochromic table by Jay Watson

imagine banging someone on that table

imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table

noooooo stop

Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.

What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?

aaaah it was a cool table now it’s a horror/drama story

If someone sat naked you could see the persons marks of their balls.

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“You might find it hard to imagine gravity as a weak force, but consider that a small magnet can hold up a paper clip, even though the entire earth is pulling down on it.”

—   

Harvard theoretical physicist Lisa Randall, one of the smartest women in science today and author of Knocking on Heaven’s Door: How Physics and Scientific Thinking Illuminate the Universe and the Modern World, among others, offers this deceptively simple yet brilliant perspective on grasping gravity. 

(via It’s Okay To Be Smart)

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best-homiesexual-around:

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8bitbowtie:

art-fart:

wideawakeparalyzed:

arpeggia:

Duane Michals - The Bogeyman, 1973 | More posts

GOOD FUCKING GOD THAT IS TERRIFYING

Fuck

“And so the little lamb and his mama live happily ever after,” the girl finished reading her story aloud to the creature beside her. Hopeful orbs of blue glistened as she cocked her head up at him. “Didya like that, Mister Boogey?”

No response from underneath the black coat. She frowned, teetering off her seat ever so slowly before her tiny feet reached the ground.

“Mister Boogey?” she asked again, gripping the corners of the dark trench coat.  When nothing responded, she slowly peeled it open, revealing the coat rack on which he had been perched. Where had he gone?

The little girl shrunk back, upset that her friend had left without a word. She curled up in her chair, clutching the book tightly in case he came back to hear the rest of the tale. Suddenly, a soft wind blew through the empty room, but before she could turn to see what had caused it, she was swept up in darkness.

“Gotcha,” the creature chuckled, cradling her close to him.

The child squeal with laughter most contagious, pleased of his return.

“I thought you left!” She gave a pout, looking up at his shadowy face.

“Why, my dear, I’d never leave you. I am your guardian after all, am I not?” The monster gave her a toothy smile. “And I will always be your Boogeyman.”

Tumblr: the only site that can turn something so terrifying into something utterly adorable

ITS BACK

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oeuniverse:

In order to become the supreme adult, you must perform the seven wonders:

  • Public speaking
  • Not being afraid of teenagers
  • Calling the doctor yourself
  • Taxes
  • Arguing without crying
  • Having a normal sleep pattern
  • Having an answer to the question ‘what do you want to do with your life?’

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luciawestwick:

Benedict Cumberbatch reveals his secrets.

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digbicks:

Romanticisation of Mental Illness, Kelsey Weaver

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“[A full moon rode the night sky.] He stared at its cratered face, trying to read the future in the destruction of the past.”

—   Dean Koontz, from Strange Highways (via the-final-sentence)
hooked-on-dodecaphonics:

A man playing Chopin in front of Ukrainian Riot Police.

hooked-on-dodecaphonics:

A man playing Chopin in front of Ukrainian Riot Police.

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frozen-in-childhood:

one of the most surprisingly underquoted scenes from Frozen in my opinion

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“April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.”

—   T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via traumachu)

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muirin007:

I’ve reblogged this seven trillion times but I don’t even care.

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lezbeyan:

Femme Nation: A photo series by 16 year old Hailey Corrall to provoke a message about misogyny in our youth.

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