Life As Zhaniah
People are dying from over thinking. They fill their brains with harsh thoughts and it brings the body down too. Chances are no one thinks as bad about you than you.
Unknown (via ohteenscanrelate)
poppies-for-ophelia:

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Let me be clear: THIS generation didn’t make The Bomb and drop it. This generation didn’t invent, “I’m OK, you’re OK.” This generation is not responsible for smooth jazz or Muzak. THIS generation didn’t gut economy and leave those under 40 the fucking scraps. This generation didn’t make a job market for college graduates that requires unpaid labor followed by unemployment or retail work.
Don’t fucking bash my generation, we didn’t do, aren’t responsible for, and are picking up the pieces of our asshole parents.
Me angry as hell about a really lame comic strip expounding on why Generation Y (Get it, Generation Why?) being worthless. I’m not even going to link the strip because I want the author to die in obscurity. (via holy-mountaineering)
One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters…But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.
Charles Baudelaire (via observando)

ghost-hooves:

thespacegoat:

the fact women are viewed as being more sexy at 15 than 40 is the creepiest thing in the world

when i was 12 years old my health teacher told us all that he thought girls were the most beautiful at age 14-15 and we would never be that beautiful again for the rest of our lives
back then it scared me that i wouldnt stay pretty
once i got older it scared me that he found no shame in saying that, and neither do countless other men

A man of my acquaintance once wrote a poem called “The Road Less Traveled”, describing a journey he took through the woods along a path most travelers never used. The poet found that the road less traveled was peaceful but quite lonely, and he was probably a bit nervous as he went along, because if anything happened on the road less traveled, the other travelers would be on the road more frequently traveled and so couldn’t hear him as he cried for help. Sure enough, that poet is dead.
Lemony Snicket, The Slippery Slope (via observando)

lolatprolife:

memaid-with-legs:

I love how women will tell guys “no uterus, no opinion” but only when the guy disagrees with them. Men are allowed to have an opinion when they agree. So much for equality.

it’s almost like we don’t want other people dictating what happens to our bodies but appreciate people who support our right to autonomy

sO wEiRd

rawr-its-michelle:

i never hit reblog so fast in my life

jamiejedi:

piksies:

are girls still pretending they don’t masturbate?

I dunno, is society still teaching girls that anything related to their genitals is dirty and impure?

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via observando)

It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. It’s like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down through the air and there’s a sickly moment of dark surprise.

nevver:

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