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You could let it down,
Jump into the river baby,
Easy as it sounds,
It’s never quite as easily done.
The current has us now, it’s okay.
Take into account that it’s all about to change..(Source: boomerangtheory)
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This is what rape culture looks like.
Watching this case unfold has been absolutely disgusting and depressingly unsurprising. Drunk, sober, promising future, bleak future, young, old, abled, disabled, rich, poor, male, female, queer, in a relationship, complete strangers, or in between: I don’t give a fuck. A rapist is a rapist. A rapist deserves to be prosecuted as a rapist.
A woman is raped on a bus in India, the Indian government and people rise up, and American news outlets essentially call out how “horrific” and “barbaric” and “inhumane” the developing world is.
A girl is gang raped and filmed at a party in Ohio and American news outlets are obsessed with how “unfair” it is and how the rapists’ “lives are ruined” and how “if only” the girl changed her behavior, she would have prevented this whole mess.
Big media hypocrisy at its finest.
(via thisisrapeculture)
A philosophy on life of sorts..
(Source: clearlyheardforever, via sarahppel)
“Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home,
and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.”– Finn Butler
(Source: excessivebookshelf, via meraki--mindset)
The full extended Viva la Vida album + cozy rooms + late night energy = perfection. It never ceases to remind me that there is simple more out there.
Halloween Candy
My dad always warned me about
the bad men who could
slip drugs into my treats
but never about the ones
who would
slip into my veins.
It’s March first and
my Halloween Candy is
most likely stale
and
the taste of you
on my lips is
definitely stale as well
but
the crash from
your high
could not
be
fresher.
(via fogblogger)
Somedays I ask myself what I’m doing.
Somedays I know what I’m doing.
Sometimes I ask myself if I’ll ever be healthy enough.
Sometimes I ask myself if I’ll ever be sick enough.
Some nights I wish it never happened.
Some nights I worry about what would have happened if it didn’t.
Some nights I wish that this all would end.
Some nights I listen to FUN.
All nights I am met with the resounding sound of my conscious reminding me that I am unequivocally me. And that’s never going to change.
“People who do not love themselves can adore others, because adoration is making someone else big and ourselves small. They can desire others, because desire comes out of a sense of inner incompleteness, which demands to be filled. But they can not love others, because love is an affirmation of the living growing being in all of us. If you don’t have it, you can’t give it.”
– Andrew Matthews
Dear people of tumblr,
انا معفن or “Ana Mo3afen” directly translates to “I decay”/”I’m disgusting” in Arabic.
Seriously STAHHHPP. If you do not remotely understand a language, do not reblog a post with it unless you can verify its meaning. Also, saying things like “this should be my next tattoo” or “~i love arabic~” makes you look like the biggest cultural appropriation-loving hipster-wannabe piece of SHIT on the planet.
(via fithealthyhappyfree)
Although I can definitely appreciate rap, I’ve never been one to really enjoy its raunchiness or culture…. until Donald Glover. From the relatively simple and catchy Heartbreak to the amazingly deep The Last.. it’s all relatable - and to all types of people none the less.
Also, without even touching on the beats, can we talk about how fucking brilliant his lyrics are? I busted out laughing from his wordplay about 5 times throughout this video of Bonfire (that NYU-Tisch/30 Rock writing is on point). Ugh so unique and real and flowing with talent in all aspects of performing arts.
“Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned
(Source: larmoyante, via sarahppel)
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My name is Maya.
Meraki: (Greek) Doing something with soul, creativity, or love — when you put "something of yourself" into what you're doing.
