this weather makes me want to cry

Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the…man who walks past [you]…at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…
Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?” Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…
—  Timothy Leary
Magical Rain

Sunrise, night skies, it all comes at the wrong time,

Daytime, sunshine, I’ll never feel just quite fine,

You found someone else, now all the colors’ are gray,

So all of the days, are spent curled up and away.


And now all I wish for is a little bit of rain…

Magical rain, cleanse me today,

All I’m wishin’ for is a little bit of rain.


Sunrise, night skies, I don’t wanna go outside,

Daytime, sunshine, all I do is cry, cry, cry.

It makes me feel a little better, I’m still under the weather,

Though, so, it’s hard to explain, but it’d really ease my pain,


If it’d just rain, rain rain…

Magical rain, come cleanse me today,

All I’m beggin’ for is a little bit of rain.

All the days, everyday, my face stays shut inside,

Shut up and away,


I don’t want to see a thing,

Unless it’s rain, rain, rain…

It can hide the tears I shed,

It will wash away the things you said,

You said, you said.


So let it rain, rain, rain…

Magical rain, come cleanse me today,

All I’m beggin’ for is a little bit of rain,

To get me through my days.

anonymous asked:

I don't have any memories but I know I'm divine in some way and that the sky or weather is important in relation but I just don't know what to do to figure out who I am andit kinda makes me want to cry I'm sorry for unloading but I figured one of you might understand

no i feel you. for a Rlly long time i had zero (0) memories!!! just listen to your heart. if the weather and the sky feel important? chase that! try meditation, talking to other angels, listening to music, writing down dreams or scroll through lists of angel names!! you’re divine, you’re ethereal and we all believe in you !!!! dont give up !!! 

-mod hae

Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?” Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…
—  Timothy Leary
Five Things - Emotional Gamut

Tagged by @thehiddenbaroness. Thank you!

5 things that make me smile
- Cats.
- Adventure Time.
- Poems.
- Mexican food.
- All kind of flowers.

5 things that make me cry
- Whenever an animal is suffering or in pain.
- The film “Big Fish”.
- When an actor or a singer I really like dies.
- Frustration and anger.
- When I see people do something that brings them joy.

5 things that make me angry
- Social injustice.
- Animal cruelty.
- Machismo.
- Donald Trump.
- Hot weather.

Rules: Do this with your own answers!

I tag anyone who wants to do this!

Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…
—  Timothy Leary

So many mixed emotions with this gif…

How you can feel The boys wanting to help thier brother in such a time

How Dean looks over to them almost I. Desperation

How the boys rush to him

And you can feel thier their hearts and souls realign as they fight off those who are not for them

I don’t know weather to cry as I sit to the edge of my chair out of pity

Cheer them on

Or cry out of such a heartfelt moment

And Roman doesn’t think twice but Seth looks to big brother for confirmation

They clearly make me a mess

10 songs you listen on a daily basis

Rules: List 10 songs that you listen on a daily basis Tagged by the lovely @medicatemedrmccoy (who has a really good username)

1-Greetings from Califournia - The Neighborhood (yeah it is written like that) 2-Sweater Weather - The Neighborhood 3-One For The Road - Arctic Monkeys 4-I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys (sometimes it makes me want to sing and sometimes it makes me want to cry it depends) 5-Old Yellow Bricks - Arctic Monkeys 6-Warrios - Imagine Dragons (this one’s really random but it makes me feel good) 7-Vegas Lights - Panic! at the Disco 8-LA Devotee - Panic! at the Disco 9-Beast - Mia Martina (i heard it in a video edit and it’s so catchy) 10-Fake It - Bastille

I don’t know who to tag or who would be interested, so I’ll tag some people I like @bookofreid @enterprisewriting @kaitymccoy123 @ncc1701-imagines

Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. 

For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. 

Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? 

Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others.

Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…
—  Timothy Leary
Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others..
—  Timothy Leary
Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others….
—  Timothy Leary
Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the ‘normal people’ as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like ‘Have a nice day’ and ‘Weather’s awful today, eh?’ you yearn inside to say forbidden things like ‘Tell me something that makes you cry’ or ‘What do you think deja vu is for?’ Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everybody carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others.
—  Timothy Leary
🎄 Christmas Songs sentence meme 🎄

Send one to my muse for their reaction

  • “It’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.”
  • “We can get all cozy by the fire.”
  • “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.”
  • “Well, maybe just half a drink more…”
  • “Next year I could be just as good.”
  • “I know exactly what I want this year.”
  • “In the meadow we can build a snowman.”
  • “Celebrate love in this season of giving, let’s make the most of this time.”
  • “If you kissed me now, I know you’d fool me again.”
  • “Would you still wanna kiss without mistletoe?”
  • “All I want for Christmas is you.”
  • “Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on.”
  • “Forget it, it’s cold, it’s getting late.”
  • “I’ve been an angel all year.”
  • “I don’t wanna spend this time without you.”
  • “And suddenly, the sweetest music filled the air.”
  • “Would I be wrong for taking a peek?”
  • “It’ll be the perfect ending of a perfect day.”
  • “As a child I remember dreaming of all the beautiful things that you can create.”
  • “I have been so good this year, and all I want is one thing.”
  • “What if ribbons and bows didn’t mean a thing?”
  • “I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know.”
  • “From now on our troubles will be miles away.”
  • “I just wanna hold you close to me, kiss beside the Christmas tree.”
  • “Oh, I can’t wait to see those faces!”
  • “All the lights are shining so brightly everywhere.”
  • “Got the day planned and presents to wrap.”
  • “I’ll have a blue Christmas without you.”
  • “I don’t know if there’ll be snow, but have a cup of cheer.”
  • “It’s the greatest time of year, and it’s here, help me celebrate it.”
Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…
—  Timonthy Leary, Find The Others
why cant girls wear pants to a wedding? WTF
  • So my brothers wedding is on the 14th and my mom is a christian while im an atheist and shes crying and she mad at me because I refused to wear a dress to his wedding. My other brother and sister are making me feel bad about dressing the way I want. My dad is practically demanding me to wear a dress but I just went to the mall and got myself nice black dress PANTS, nice formal black shoes, and a white collar button up shirt. Im going to wear that to the wedding weather they fucking like it or not and if they make it a huge problem the day of the wedding I will not go to the wedding! My brother who is getting married is ok with me wearing pants but because my mom is crazy and thinks girls should only look good for men and girls should shave their legs and that girls should have fucking long hair, everyone in my family is making me feel bad about being my fucking self. WTF! I want to go to my brothers wedding but if theres a problem because of my mother I will not go and theres no one to blame other than her for not excepting who I am! Now I feel like shit about it but Im not going to give in to her stupid standers of a female. Females can and will wear pants weather she likes it or fucking not!
Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?” Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others.
—  Timothy Leary