old ass ppl talk shit about my generation until they accidentally disable their wifi and cant figure out how to turn it back on

then im suddenly the mastermind of information & resources

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"The moment you fall in love feels like it has centuries behind it, generations - all of them rearranging themselves so this precise, remarkable intersection could happen. In your heart, in your bones, no matter how silly you know it is, you feel that everything has been leading to this, all the secret arrows were pointing here, the universe and time itself crafted this long ago, and you are just now realizing it, you are just now arriving at the place you were always meant to be."


David Levithan (via nylonpinksy)

this is so cute and deep and ah

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With the boyfriend gone, doing his time, it’s the first time in 5 months I’ve felt what it was like when I was single. I mean, I was chronically single for 20 years, but it’s strange. I don’t look at my phone because I’m not waiting for him to text me. Since the day we met, we haven’t gone a single day without talking to each other, and it’s been a long time that we’ve gone longer than 3 days without seeing each other. It’s the first Sunday in a long time I’ve spent doing something other than making breakfast with him and watching ESPN in bed, dreading when 1:30 would come and he’d start getting ready for work. We spend a lot of time apart, but it’s always comforting knowing he’s only a phone call away, so knowing that I have no way of contacting him until Wednesday is so weird. And knowing that this is probably the time he needs me the most and I can’t be there for him is so weird. This whole situation is so weird.

It’s very strange to feel alone again, even though I know it’s temporary. 


I think I’m the only person who finds Jennifer Lawrence insufferable.


Some girl I went to high school with just posted what I’m sure she thought was a very insightful status about how we should all stop worrying so much about gay people being able to marry each other and start worrying about starving kids, pregnant teens, and people in jail for drug charges.

First of all, WHO DECIDED THAT HUMANS ARE ONLY CAPABLE OF CARING ABOUT ONE HUMAN RIGHTS VIOLATION????? Who decided that you can’t care about more than one thing, that you’re not allowed to be outraged by more than one situation. I say if you don’t find yourself outraged at least 5 times a day by how shitty we are to each other, you’re doing something wrong. And this is not a social justice “I want to change the world with my righteous indignation” thing. This is “I see that you’re treating someone who is different than you like shit and you should stop”. 

Secondly, HOW DARE WE BE UPSET THAT THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT THERE NOT BEING TREATED LIKE PEOPLE!!!! How dare I be upset that in 2014 there are people still trying to tell others that they can’t love who they want. Because what I do with my affection, genitals, and money has soooooo much to do with what that conservative guy over there is doing. Because “gay” is some communicable disease, or a supernatural force that will attack you while you’re sleeping, or this phenomenon that makes everyone within a five mile radius of such “gayness” rip off their clothes and fornicate with someone of the same sex. Oh wait. It’s a way of life that can be fulfilling, rewarding, affirming, positive, and wonderful. Let me say that as a straight woman, I have never once felt affronted by the sexuality of others. I have never seen a lesbian and felt that the validity of my relationship was threatened. In fact, it makes me happy to see people in love. It reaffirms my belief that love is real and attainable and that everyone deserves to find someone who makes them happy, regardless of what’s in their pants. Who fucking cares? We’re all sexy beings, find someone who turns you one, treats you well, and makes you happy. Do your thing. It doesn’t make you any less of a person, in fact it makes you more. Who the fuck am I or anyone else to deny someone something so awesome? And who am I or anyone else to say that you can’t make the commitment to the person you love to stay together forever through marriage? 

So let’s all go get married to the people we love, feed the hungry, teach teens the values of contraceptives, and fight mandatory minimums because someone with an ounce of weed should not spend twice as much time behind bars as someone who molests kids. LET’S ALL START TREATING PEOPLE LIKE FUCKING PEOPLE AND STOP BEING SUCH ASSHOLES TO EACH OTHER.


I kind of want to get back into blogging, since I stopped there for a long time. Hope that’s cool with you guys.


I don’t care how old Phillip Seymour Hoffman was. I don’t care that he died with a needle in his arm. It is in fact a sad event, for his family, his family, the people who felt connected to him through his work. He had a problem. A disease, an illness he fought to control. He had 3 children, a wife, an amazing career. What the world needs is more people who see that addiction is a mental illness. It’s not a choice. Most people can’t just decide to turn it off. The loss of a life, regardless of who it is, to drug addiction is a tragedy. It’s terribly sad. It’s not something to mock, to ridicule. 

I don’t care who you are, if you think that publicly writing that the death of a man with children is STUPID on a forum where they are bound to see it THE SAME DAY THAT HE DIED, you should take your ridicule, look in a mirror, and truly think about what aspect of this entire situation is stupid. And you should pray and hope that one day when you pass, people don’t feel the need to demean and diminish you publicly, in front of your family and children on the day of your death, because the majority of people are better than that.

If you think it’s stupid, if you think it’s senseless, if you think he asked for it or that it shouldn’t be called a tragedy, so be it. But keep your mouth shut. No matter your opinion of how he lived his life, you don’t get the right to say such terrible things so publicly and with such bad timing. I sincerely hope he learns from his mistakes and strives to set a better example for his kids and his young, impressionable fans. Opinions are great. Tastelessly throwing them in people’s faces at the worst time possible, not so much.


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