Tuesday, April 15, 2014
A book, too, can be a star, ‘explosive material, capable of stirring up fresh life endlessly,’ a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe. Madeleine L’Engle (via observando)
rave-inmydreams:

pesamientossuicidas:

Eclipse lunar 2014

good god

rave-inmydreams:

pesamientossuicidas:

Eclipse lunar 2014

good god

Yesterday, I spent 60 dollars on groceries,
took the bus home,
carried both bags with two good arms back to my studio apartment
and cooked myself dinner.
You and I may have different definitions of a good day.
This week, I paid my rent and my credit card bill,
worked 60 hours between my two jobs,
only saw the sun on my cigarette breaks
and slept like a rock.
Flossed in the morning,
locked my door,
and remembered to buy eggs.
My mother is proud of me.
It is not the kind of pride she brags about at the golf course.
She doesn’t combat topics like, ”My daughter got into Yale”
with, ”Oh yeah, my daughter remembered to buy eggs”
But she is proud.
See, she remembers what came before this.
The weeks where I forgot how to use my muscles,
how I would stay as silent as a thick fog for weeks.
She thought each phone call from an unknown number was the notice of my suicide.
These were the bad days.
My life was a gift that I wanted to return.
My head was a house of leaking faucets and burnt-out lightbulbs.
Depression, is a good lover.
So attentive; has this innate way of making everything about you.
And it is easy to forget that your bedroom is not the world,
That the dark shadows your pain casts is not mood-lighting.
It is easier to stay in this abusive relationship than fix the problems it has created.
Today, I slept in until 10,
cleaned every dish I own,
fought with the bank,
took care of paperwork.
You and I might have different definitions of adulthood.
I don’t work for salary, I didn’t graduate from college,
but I don’t speak for others anymore,
and I don’t regret anything I can’t genuinely apologize for.
And my mother is proud of me.
I burned down a house of depression,
I painted over murals of greyscale,
and it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to live
But today, I want to live.
I didn’t salivate over sharp knives,
or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge.
I just cleaned my bathroom,
did the laundry,
called my brother.
Told him, “it was a good day.”

Kait Rokowski (A Good Day)

oh my goodness. I have no words.

(via taytippett)

this left me with goosebumps and an opened mind

(via luminescent-minds)

(Source: justsingyourlifeaway)

moon3:

A lunar tetrad – four total lunar eclipses in a row – begins on the night of April 14-15. People are calling it a Blood Moon eclipse. 2014

moon3:


A lunar tetrad – four total lunar eclipses in a row – begins on the night of April 14-15. People are calling it a Blood Moon eclipse. 2014

(Source: destroymefromadistance)

nowyoukno:

Now You Know more about Pope Francis! (Source)

nowyoukno:

Now You Know (Source)

religiousmom:

butnotfreeman:

religiousmom:

the cigarette thing in the fault in our stars is so dumb you are wasting your money on an industry that is one of the largest causes of cancer just so you can make some lame ass far fetched metaphor

NO YOU ARE INCORRECT AND CLOSE MINDED ON SO MANY LEVELS

are you suggesting that it is close minded to say that cigarettes are a leading cause of cancer

(Source: sarakunamatata)

awellkept-secret:

this guy in my class said his brother lost his wallet in Canada and someone shipped it back with souvenirs

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stinkyhat:

"well SOME cops are good"

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takemetomountains:

And when friends know your soul…

takemetomountains:

And when friends know your soul…

deansloverboy:

snapchatting:

a $15 gift card to Louis Vuitton

*buys a piece of dust floating in the air*

The love of books is a love which requires neither justification, apology, nor defense. J.A. Langford (via observando)
bootyxqueen:

lottosim:

Sloth on a speedboat

laughing so fucking hard

bootyxqueen:

lottosim:

Sloth on a speedboat

laughing so fucking hard

(Source: clamjob)