When I think about him, I don’t find anything I should love. When I look at him, analytically, there’s nothing I like. But, when I simply feel, I can’t help but love him. I can’t stand this lack of logic, but I wouldn’t want it any other way … that’s love.
Anonymous (via thatslove)

I love the escapists, because I can escape with them.

I love the depressed ones, because I can be depressed with them.

I love the lonely ones, because I can save the from that.

I love the shy ones, because I can understand them.

I love the awkward ones, because I can overlook that.

I love the misunderstood ones, because I can not judge them.

I love the angry ones, because I can tell them it’s okay.

I love the quiet ones, because I can imagine what they’re thinking.

I love the outcasts, because I can make them feel like belong.

buddhabrot:


What they did not want you to ever find out is that your generation, the generation born between 1980-1995, actually outnumbers the Baby Boomers. They knew that if you ever turned your eye towards political reform, you could change the world. They tried to keep you sated on vapid television shows and vapid music. They cut off your education and fed you brain candy. They took away your music and gave you Top Ten pop stations. They cut off your art and replaced it with endless reality shows for you to plug into, hoping you would sit quietly by as they ran the world. We as a society are only as strong as our weakest link. Give ‘em hell, kids. 

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buddhabrot:

What they did not want you to ever find out is that your generation, the generation born between 1980-1995, actually outnumbers the Baby Boomers. They knew that if you ever turned your eye towards political reform, you could change the world. They tried to keep you sated on vapid television shows and vapid music. They cut off your education and fed you brain candy. They took away your music and gave you Top Ten pop stations. They cut off your art and replaced it with endless reality shows for you to plug into, hoping you would sit quietly by as they ran the world. We as a society are only as strong as our weakest link. Give ‘em hell, kids. 

yes

  • A man: I want happiness.
  • Buddha: First remove "I," that's ego, then remove "want," that's desire. See? Now you are left with happiness.
fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Albert Camus (1913-1960) was a French-Algerian philosopher starting the movement known as absurdism. With his highly successful works like The Stranger, The Rebel, and The Fall, Camus was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1957, only three years before his death, making him the shortest lived Nobel winner. Not only was he an incredibly influential and intelligent man, he wasn’t too bad on the eyes either.

fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Albert Camus (1913-1960) was a French-Algerian philosopher starting the movement known as absurdism. With his highly successful works like The Stranger, The Rebel, and The Fall, Camus was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1957, only three years before his death, making him the shortest lived Nobel winner. Not only was he an incredibly influential and intelligent man, he wasn’t too bad on the eyes either.

Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.
David Foster Wallace  (via redwingtipshoes)

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justanotherwastedyouth:

why are you so cute?

I think you must be drinking as well.

No alcohol tonight! My judgement isn’t impaired, hahah.  

Reblog if you’re not wearing a bra right now.

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So, I leave for college in 4 months.

A lot of other kids my age do too. It’s a big deal! You’re leaving all your friends behind. Your boyfriends and girlfriends are going other places. Do you break-up? Stay together? Big drama.

But not for me! Oh, no! I’m the lucky one!

All my friends have decided to leave me MONTHS before I can leave them!

My boyfriend? He’s still in love with his ex! That made a painful decision easy.

Oh, yes. I am the lucky one. When the time comes to cut ties, there will be none left.

Art’s great nudes have gone skinny

Italian artist Anna Utopia Giordano has created a visual re-imagination of historic nude paintings, had the subjects conformed their bodies to what the 21st century considers an ideal of beauty. The results are revealing—and quite shocking in what they say about the modern attitude toward women’s bodies.

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I am a wreck. Nothing more.

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