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i wonder what new slang words will surface in the new year that i’ll start to use ironically but then won’t be able to stop using
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1. There will be some days when you close your eyes while crossing the street, maybe because you want to see what fate has in store for you, or maybe because your depression is running rampant again and you don’t know how to calm her. It’s okay. I will still love you.
2. There will be a year, or a series of years when your birthday doesn’t feel special. Celebrate anyway. Because people spent time baking you a cake and buying you cards and even if they’re your family and they’re obligated to, they still love you. Cherish that love. Revel in it. It is the best gift you will ever receive.
3. You will learn that the saddest word in the English language is stay. Whether it’s your mother’s voice whispering it before you leave for college, or your ex-lover’s desperate screams as you walk out of the house, it will always be a hard word to hear. Sometimes you should listen to it, other times you shouldn’t. Trust yourself. Go with your gut.
4. Along with hearing the word stay, you will also hear the word why from every person who is remotely related to you. Why did you get that tattoo? Why did you try to kill yourself? Why aren’t you married yet? You don’t have to answer them. Be selfish. Keep somethings to yourself.
5. Some nights you won’t be able to sleep. You will lie awake at 2 am and contemplate existentialism and wonder if the French had a point. Get up. Get out of your bed. Do something. Because even if there is no God, what you do matters, who you are matters. You matter to me.
6. Some days you will want to run away and never return. So go. Drive to a small town in the Northwest, maybe Oregon, and settle down there for a while. Tell people your name is Elizabeth, because you loved Jane Austen as a child and because this a town full of strangers and who’s to know the difference? Don’t be selfish. Call your mother each night and remind her that you love her. Come back home when you find yourself seeing your sadness painted in the shadows, and when you feel more at home in the arms of a stranger than on your own.
7. There will be several nights when you lose yourself in the medicine cabinet, because liquor and morphine seem like a faster cure than time. It’s okay. I will still love you in the morning.
8. One day, in the midst of work, you will learn to forgive. It will start out with a simple reminder of the past, maybe a facebook notification from an old schoolmate or a wedding announcement from an ex-lover. In that moment you will learn that yearning for the past isn’t romantic, it’s stupid, and that if Gatsby had just let go of the green light he would’ve lived. So forgive your past, it didn’t know any better, and move on.
9. Leaving home will hurt, but soon you will learn that home isn’t a place but a feeling, and that there is a compass on your heart that points directly to that feeling. Follow that compass. Don’t get sidetracked by [girls] who don’t care or alcohol that doesn’t forgive. If you follow that compass, no matter how lost you get, you will always have a home.
10. The hardest lesson you will ever learn will be to love yourself. But you can do it. There will always be days when you hate yourself, days when you wish you had never been born. But darling you are beautiful, and if Shakespeare had met you you would’ve inspired his 18th sonnet, and if Monet had known you he would’ve given up painting water lilies and chosen to paint you instead. I know it’s hard to love yourself, but sometimes it’s okay to be a little selfish with your love.
11. When you begin to feel worthless, remember that the stars died for you. You are made of elements that are thousands of years old, elements that make up every atom of your being. When you want to cut your wrists, remember that the souls of stars live in your veins. Don’t kill them. Don’t be selfish.
12. Some days will be beautiful. Live for those days. Live for the days when the sun shines on your soul and the smile on your face isn’t forced. Live for the days when you don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks because your scars are a part of your story and you don’t need someone else’s approval to wear them with pride.
Live for the life you always wanted but were too scared to pursue.
Live for you. Live for me. Live for every person who has ever loved you, for the people who have come before you so that you may be here today.
Live for the fire that burns in your soul, that tells you: keep going, you’re almost there, just a little farther. Because when Rome burned down the emperor didn’t run away, he stayed and he sang for his people. Stay. Sing for your people. Sing for us.
Are you listening? Because this is your life, singing a siren song to capture your attention and steer away from the rocks, to guide you back home.
The Twelve-Step Program for Life, by M.K. (via ding-ang-bato)
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Gaming Logic
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more you tilt your body your character will get away from danger
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the louder you yell, the more critical hits you’ll land
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when you stand up you can see everyone’s weakspots
when you tilt your head you’ll be able to see more of the area
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When you lean forward, you get +30% concentration.
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When you use controller 1, it means you’ll win
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Throwing yourself bodily to the side helps you avoid obstacles in racing.
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Threatening the playable character with physical injury will make platform puzzles easier.
All of these things. All of them.
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it’s 2014, wake the fuck up people. girls don’t HAVE to shave, being gay isn’t a choice, racism is pointless, rape isn’t funny and sexism is fucking stupid.
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Hallo liebe Tumblr-Menschen ❤️
Ich habe schon etwas länger nach etwas gesucht, das ich euch allen zum neuen Jahr schenken kann (ich weiß es ist noch ein bisschen hin) und habe mir überlegt, dass ich den Tumblr-Namen von allen, die diesen Post bis zum 31.12.2014 rebloggen, auf einen Zettel schreiben werde und sie dann am 1.1.2015 in Frankfurt verteile, an Laternen klebe, in bus und bahn liegen lasse usw :)!
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I am 14 and one day my mother mentions high school. I dont think too much of it, its a year away which feels like a lifetime. I just stay swinging on our blue swing set in the back yard. Today was good! I made my Dad cupcakes all by myself. He told me he was so proud of me.I am 15 and they are telling me to hurry up and pick a major— before I’ve even stepped foot inside of a college. They tell me that these will be the best years of my life. The same people who tell me that, will stand there and lecture me because I got an 82% on a test instead of a 94%. I really wish I had time to go on the blue swing set right now.I spend hours studying alone in my room. I spend twice as many hours crying, alone in my room. I am taught my grades are more important then my well being. All these people have high expectations of me. I HAVE to do all this work on time and I MUST get passing grades on every single thing. I go into school and my hands shake as the day unfolds. Its like this for nearly the whole year. I stutter and I flinch. I am exhausted. Its hard to fit a social life into my schedule when I need to study for the history mid term, the math finale. Somewhere along the way, I forgot what its like to relax. I am 16 and I am being asked constantly about school, a job, and my license. As if those three things are all that matters. It went from, “How are you doing?”, to, “How was school?”. I want to scream. What if I answered with the truth? School? School was horrible. I am exhausted from studying all night. I am agitated because I barely had time to eat at lunch. I am miserable because all my head can think about is upcoming quizzes and exams. A job? They expect me to balance a job on top of all this. I can’t even perform well enough for my own self let alone some middle aged man who runs a clothing department. They act as if getting a job is a matter of walking inside the store and asking. I am so sorry but this is 2014, not 1974. Every family event becomes “are you driving yet?”, “have you picked out a college?”, “..what do you mean you don’t have a job? Aren’t you 16?..God, when I was your age…”. Hell. Its turned into hell. I am 17 and I have left high school because every time I walked down those halls, bile filled my mouth. My legs shook. I tried. I really tried but I couldn’t concentrate on these tests anymore. I do not give a shit about the population of Switzerland. Or how to write a sonnet. I have been constantly looked down upon since leaving. Like it is the most atrocious thing I could do. “What’s wrong with you? These are the best years of your life!” They spit back. Suddenly they didn’t ask what college I was going to. Or if I liked that job I didn’t yet have. No one mentioned my license. They put all this pressure on you. One day you’re outside playing on the swing set, you’re flying through the sky. Then the next you wake up, you’re 15 and everyone expects you to have it all figured out.
Well Jesus Christ it doesn’t work that way. (via healingx)
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My post just came up on my dash and this made me very happy
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hope u are all being productive today. break some boys’ hearts and look cute doing it. do ur homework. eat fruit
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This post is eveeeeeeeerything
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Marry someone who lets you have a bite of their brownie, even when you said you weren’t hungry. Marry someone who laughs at the same things you do. Marry someone who kisses your nose on a cold day. Marry someone who you can watch Disney movies with. Marry someone who is proud of you whether you earn £5 a week or £5,000 a week. Marry someone who you can tell everything to. Marry someone who isn’t afraid or embarrassed to hold your hand in public. Marry someone who lets you take over when decorating a cake. Marry someone who you can spend the day in Ikea with without feeling stressed. Marry someone who wraps you up inside their coat in the winter. Marry someone who accepts your fears and phobias. Marry someone who gives you butterflies every time you hear their key in the door. Marry someone who you don’t always have to shave your legs for. Marry someone who accepts you all day every day, even when you don’t look or feel your best. Marry someone who puts three sugars in your tea, despite telling them “just the two”. Marry someone who doesn’t judge you when you eat your body weight in cookies. Marry someone who doesn’t make you want to check your phone, because you know they will reply. Marry someone who waits with you to get on the train. Marry someone who understands that you need to be alone sometimes. Marry someone who gets on well with your parents and isn’t uptight about family events. Marry someone who calms you down when you get mad about stupid stuff, and never tells you it’s “only stupid stuff”. Marry someone who makes you want to be a better person. Marry someone who makes you laugh. Marry someone who you love. Marry your soulmate, your lover, your best friend.
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to all the girls with thighs that rub together and have rolls and cellulite and feel like crying when you go shopping for clothes:
you are worthy of so much and i love you and you are goddesses that embody so much more than what some loser boy thinks of what you look like naked
- someone who wishes she heard this a long time ago
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We mature with the damage, not with the years.
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