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Can we fall….one more time?

We tend to think about self-acceptance as this giant breakthrough, like you’ll turn some corner and or have an amazing epiphany and you’ll finally be capable of self-love. But most self-acceptance comes from cultivation over the course of many years. We have to slowly and somewhat tediously remind ourselves that we’re doing great, even with all of our flaws, until that feeling becomes less effortful.

Happiness is 60 percent good habits, 30 percent deep understanding of yourself, and 10 percent blind faith. You have to wake up in the morning and instead of thinking, “I don’t want to get out of bed. I hate my life,” you think, “I’m going to get out of bed and make some tea and think some good thoughts, goddamn it.” You have to get on the train and instead of thinking, “Don’t touch me, you angry thoughtless sexist racist blind fucks,” you think, “Look how hard we all try, to be good enough, to be loved, to feel at home.” You sit down at your desk and instead of thinking, “Oh fuck, I can’t do this today,” you think, “I am going to try and reach for the sublime, and the spirits of the dead are going to rally to my side and help me realize my full potential. Today, I am going to shine.”

The more gentle and kind you are to yourself, the more gentle and kind the world is to you. The more passionately you believe in yourself, the more passionately other people will believe in you. People say this shit all the time and it’s easy to think, “Whatever, dude. HOW DO I GET THERE?” You get there by crawling. You crawl and even though you’re very low and very slow, you say to yourself, “I am moving forward. I am making progress. Every day.” You say, “Look how hard I try, to be good enough, to be loved, to feel at home.” And even if you can’t love yourself for anything else, you love yourself for that.

- Ask Polly: How Do I Stop Hating Myself?

Pink and fun. singer Nate Ruess shared the stage with an unwelcome third party: the ever-so-slightly creepy pencil mustache perched on Ruess’ upper lip. Maybe he was trying for “John Waters,” but he landed on “uncomfortably friendly ice-cream truck driver.” Apparently no one in his inner circle had the heart to tell him that his new look wasn’t working. You could almost hear his inner monologue: “This ‘stache is so sweet! I am killing it right now in front of an audience of millions!” Movember ended two months ago, dogg. Get rid of that thing.

ok this is probably so confusing and im yelling a lot so let me explain this calmly:

  • i got into brendons periscope chat
  • i asked him if he liked say anything (the band) like 100000 times and he finally saw it and responded by saying “yeah, i used to listen to them! max bemis is awesome!” and sang a part of the futile but messed up a lyric
  • i tweeted max bemis about it
  • max bemis replied and followed brendon
  • brendon saw that max followed him and said “max Bemis is now following me! thanks max! love your band, love you”, then saw that he mentioned him too and was like “oh, sayyrprayers tweeted him” (note sayyyrprayers is ME)
  • i told max what brendon said in the scope about him following him and he replied saying it cheered him up and that brendon should dm him
  • my faves are becoming friends thanks to me and im ascending

anonymous asked:

What do you think Harry's sex face looks like? ;) x

OH MY…you’re trying to hurt me tonight, my love. I imagine he looks SO cute when he comes. GAH. I dream about how cute he must look when he comes. 

Hopefully like this:

And what I can only hope this when he’s fully blissed out:


anonymous asked:

No existent poem nor work will ever put into words your existence. Your heart is made of hidden love for the world, your soul as a romantic moonage daydream, equals your heartbeat a supernova as it collapses with your anxiety, tiny pieces of yourself in every single life touched by you in the form of love. I am forever changed by your mere presence, as you are as complex and ethereal as the universe, for you are life itself, I would cease surviving and die to live. A stranger dying to know you.

I’ve been staring at this for the past fifteen minutes, trying to understand the feeling that is soaring in my stomach right now. Your words are heady and l am all over the place wondering why you would string together such things for me. My little darling, please don’t stay a stranger. I want to be able to conjure up something worthy of your time but I am in a fury over the way you stitch together every syllable and tear me apart beautifully while doing so . Please do come off anon if you’re comfortable enough to do so. You have me both intrigued and puzzled. 


Edinburgh, 2010