i am wasting my life here

Stop trying to make poor people feel guilty for splurging on a $12 bottle of wine once in a while or a $2 coffee every other morning while you throw around money like it’s nothing.

I’m so sorry to tell you, but when someone works 40+ hours a week, or even just part time, and still can’t afford to spend $2 for a damn coffee, THEY ARE NOT THE PROBLEM. Our society is.

You’re out here buying yourself $20 lunches and $50 shampoos like, please tell me more about how a coffee that puts a smile on my face is me “spending irresponsibly”.

What am I supposed to just work, and go home? Never do anything, never buy myself a lunch or a new shirt ever or enjoy life in the slightest? Cause there are millionaires out there with vacation mansions in 8 different countries so please keep telling me how I’m wasting my money on a fucking $10 lipstick that made me feel pretty.

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I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s gonna happen or, who I’m gonna meet, where I’m gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life’s a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it. You don’t know what hand you’re gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you… to make each day count.

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get to know me: 1/5 favorite movies ⇨ Titanic

I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s gonna happen or, who I’m gonna meet, where I’m gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life’s a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it. You don’t know what hand you’re gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you… to make each day count.

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“I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s gonna happen or who I’m gonna meet, where I’m gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life’s a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it. You don’t know what hand you’re gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you. To make each day count.”

As much as I hate to admit, i’m someone who needs constant validation from other people. I wish I had a strong sense of self but i’m always lost. I never feel like I belong and I can’t figure out my purpose in life. What I really need is for someone to come along and make me feel special. I wish someone was here to assure me that i’m not the waste of space I think I am.
—  Submitted by @mendedpieces
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I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s gonna happen or, who I’m gonna meet, where I’m gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life’s a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it. You don’t know what hand you’re gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you… to make each day count.

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As I lay in bed last I thought about how many people have tried to help me along the way, have helped me, a few a whom are no longer alive. Way more people have tried to help me John, than have harmed me, the harm just seems to leave the deeper mark. Anyway, I’ve always felt such guilt that others were wasting their lives on me, that I was a waste that I was unworthy but last night I didn’t feel that guilt or that I was a waste. I didn’t necessarily feel worthiness but I did feel a kind of responsibility, I guess, at least a desire to try and not let you all down. Then I felt the smallest flicker of not wanting to let myself down, you know? Because somewhere in all this, I’ve managed at times to fight for myself for some reason, pride for my life for some reason. And I survived for some reason. And here I am, still for some reason. And me not knowing that reason doesn’t diminish it or invalidate it, or disprove it’s existence. And that’s what I’m going with today

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GAMING MEME: [9/10] games 

➟Fallout 3

“Here we are. Where it all began. You remember your mother’s favorite passage? Revelation 21:6. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life, freely. Don’t you see? This is what it all means. The water, the purifier. THIS is the water of life. Your mother’s dream. No point in wasting time. Let’s get to work. There’s much to be done.“

I place on the altar of dawn:
The quiet loyalty of breath,
The tent of thought where I shelter,
Waves of desire I am shore to
And all beauty drawn to the eye.
May my mind come alive today
To the invisible geography
That invites me to new frontiers,
To break the dead shell of yesterdays,
To risk being disturbed and changed.
May I have the courage today
To live the life that I would love,
To postpone my dream no longer
But do at last what I came here for
And waste my heart on fear no more.
— 

​John O'Donohue 

Excerpt from, ‘A Morning Offering’
BENEDICTUS (Europe) / TO BLESS THE SPACE BETWEEN US 

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In response to Kylie Jenner’s photoshoot, where she’s shown in a wheelchair to represent her struggles, Disability Appreciation Day and #disabledNOTinvisible was created. So here are some pictures of me, with my wheelchair in full view (click them for snarky captions). 

I am twenty years old. I go to college (and live on campus) and study both creative writing and chemistry. This past semester, I studied abroad in Perth, Australia–the literal opposite side of the world from where I live. I am not wasting away waiting to die, and I am not to be pitied. My wheelchair is an essential part of me that helps me live my life, not a prop to look edgy.

Let us not be seen only in very special episodes where the main character learns that if the wheelchair kid can overcome adversity, they can too. Let us be in your stories, just because. Let us be main characters because why not? Let us be real people because we are. I am the main character in my own life, and no one is suffering because of that.

There were times in my life when I wanted to peel off every part of me that you ever touched because it felt like I could never forget the venom you left behind.
But I looked through some old pictures today and I realised just how insignificant you are, how none of my favourite pictures or memories have even a single trace of you. I told myself before that I would never waste ink writing about you again, but then I’m realising that that would give you the power I no longer want you to have over me. So here I am, writing these words that feel like the venom is finally dripping off my skin, melting away under the ink and the hatred I feel for you; because believe me I would trade that venom for hatred in a heartbeat.
—  i don’t remember the date anymore, i won’t remember the month in a while, and soon enough, i won’t even remember your face. But i hope to whatever force is out there in the universe, if there’s any force at all, that my memories haunt your dreams for a long time // a.b
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Why?

Do you know why you are here? 

Do you ever wonder, what the point to life is at all… you just eat, sleep, talk, and waste time until what, your life is gone? 

I am a Christian, I find purpose in loving, encouraging, guiding, and giving assurance to others that this life has great things coming, and that there is much more than just surviving until death, but really living with a purpose, reason, and REAL love. I have fun, and laugh and enjoy my time… but that is not what my life is about, that is not what life’s about, if it was there would not be morals, there would not be a heart crying out for something more than what… you have now. Something Real. 

Don’t survive to just be here, and try to have fun…

Live with a purpose, love and have the greatest, lasting joy that can ever be in a person. 

If you have a question, if you ever, ever, want someone to talk to, not just about Christianity, but maybe the world is a bit much and you need a friend…someone who will listen and love you for who you are. I am here, I will be here for you. And… yes… even you. Don’t give up hope, K?

Even if you don’t care to much for my style, Christians, it would help so much to reblog this, and share it, someone somewhere may need it. Thank you ~God Bless.

INTP's thoughts during shopping
  • INTP: Why am I here?
  • INTP: I'm on the wrong planet.
  • INTP: I'm only here because my boyfriend complained that my clothes are breaking down.
  • INTP: *tries on 10+ things and likes nothing*
  • INTP: This is annoying and a waste of time.
  • INTP: How do people like shopping?
  • INTP: Do people actually wear this?
  • INTP: Shopping sucks.
  • INTP: What is life...?
  • INTP: *walks around the store while zoning out and not paying attention to clothes*
  • INTP: Let's go get food.
  • INTP: *goes to get food*
  • INTP didn't buy any clothes...
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AESTHETIC FILM POSTERS >> Titanic dir. Jack Cameron (1997)

Well, yes, ma'am, I do… I mean, I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s gonna happen or, who I’m gonna meet, where I’m gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life’s a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it. You don’t know what hand you’re gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you… to make each day count.

Knightmare (Part 2)

Hoshi x Reader x Vernon

Angst Fluff Smut(Later/maybe?)

Summary:  In a post apocalyptic medieval era, you find yourself longing to change the hierarchy by becoming a knight. You meet all of the requirements except one. You’re not a male. The higher ups catch on after the King’s son, Prince Vernon, is kidnapped. You were doomed to be hanged for betrayal but escaped with a help of friend. Now you must save prince Vernon to prove powerless peasants aren’t a waste of life.

Word Count: 2,081 CHARS: 11,469

A/N~~ Here’s part 2 before I avoid tumblr all next week!!!!!!!!!! I am working on some new Oneshots and AU scenarios and I try my best to keep my masterlist updated. Thank you for taking the time to read and if it’s not too much trouble tell me how you feel or think. I lazily looked over this so I gonna have to come back and read over it and make changes. Edited 9/17/16

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 /


Across the land of waste and broken villages, lived the main kingdom. Controlled by a fire wielder, King Navin, along with his beautiful wife Queen Sena, a wielder of water. King Navin intentionally met Sena when she first came to Royal City like many other young ladies to present themselves as potential wives to him. Together they had a beautiful baby boy named Vernon. And now, they are the most powerful family to take the throne. But that didn’t mean everyone liked them.

“And how long has our hierarchy existed?”

“For more than 200 years with the division of wielders and throwaways.” The young prince spouted like a tape recorder, lamely resting his chin in his hand. He would rather be out, getting into trouble with some friends in the heightened sunshine, but he wasn’t allowed one centimeter over the walls of the castle. The reason for this was the threat of enemies targeting Prince Vernon and finding out the unfortunate secret that the King and Queen have been keeping from the country. No matter how many times he begged, he was met with the same answer. NO.

“That’s correct, your highness!”

“Aaron, can we do something else? Something actually fun?” He asked, exhaling out. The young servant furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“Well, I would think learning about your empire is fun and besides, one of these days you’re gonna have to take over. This knowledge will be handy for you, your highness.” He replied but the prince rolled his eyes, slowly shaking his head.

“What if I don’t want to be chained to damn throne, sworn to protect the citizens of Royal City?” He question, avoiding the eyes of the servant.

“Excuse my language, your highness but don’t say that.” Aaron whispered, leaning across the table.  The young servant knew the consequences if the king himself heard his son talking with such pessimism. And it would not end well for Aaron. In the background, a bell could be heard ringing, signaling a fresh hour of the day. “Your highness, it’s time for flute lessons.”

“You know I hate that stupid instrument. I would rather read.” The prince announced. Through the Prince’s imprisonment, he found an interest in reading books of all nature. With books, he gained knowledge of  a literary world that he never knew about. His free spirited soul still wondered about the outside, but books helped him envision what his world possibly looked like through vivid words.

“Read!?!?” Aaron started. “Read what exactly, your highness?”

“I wanna read one of those books.” The Prince claimed, pointing at one of the larger books on the bookshelf. He had made it a goal to read every book in the castle’s library. It was nearly impossible but the prince didn’t care. 

Aaron hesitated. He didn’t want to get in trouble if Prince Vernon was late to one of his classes, but being Prince Vernon’s only friend, he would do anything to make him happy.
“Maybe after flute lessons.” Aaron suggested.

“Fine.” Vernon groaned.

~~~

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