The Best Meal I Ever Had Was A Five Dollar Pizza Thrown Up A Fire Escape.

i honestly can't wait for our generation's turn to be the ones in charge like

give me a judge who doesn't even think twice about convicting a rapist,

give me presidents all over the world who'll give immigrants and the lgbt community the rights they deserve,

give me teachers who understand how learning really works and how pressure never helped anyone,

give me parents who think that depression or any other mental disorder is just 'a phase',

give me men and women and transgender generals who believe that everyone is equally strong and brave no matter their gender

Im just really excited at how our generation of idealistic dreamers and just open minded humans who love each other is gonna change the world ❤

Types of People

-liquid galaxies: Has a deep love for fuzzy blankets. Just wanna cuddle and watch good movies. Has a soft spot for animals. Loves hot cocoa. Will sit with you until 4 in the morning just talking about the meaning of life. Thinks about the infiniteness of the universe a lot. Listens to lofi study playlists on youtube, you know the ones. Overthinks. Constantly trying to be a better person. Grateful for the little things in life. Just want to talk with someone. An Intellectual™. Wants to read more than they do. They don’t just hug you, they hold you tight and make you feel a little less alone in the world. 

-bottled sunshine: Loves pressing flowers and essential oils. The type of person you’d grab brunch with. They care about bees more than most people care about anything. Probably has a garden or at least a few plants. Their laugh is the nicest sound you will ever hear. Nice fashion sense. Will defend the color yellow to their grave. Likes for things to match. Puts everything into their calendar/planner. Likes spinning in circles and stretching and bouncing and swinging your joint hands back and forth. Loves to go on walks. Looking at their smile will make you a little more happy to be alive.

-Moonlit lakes: Tea addict. A little on the quiet side. Loves long baths and scented candles. Trying to be a nicer person because they don’t realize how nice they already are. Loves to sit and just take in the scenery. Great listeners, make you feel heard. The Mom Friend™. Texts to ask if you’re okay or if you had a good day. Notices things most people don’t. Always have a different perspective. Needs to let people help them a bit more.  A little ball of stress but trying their hardest. They will look you in your eyes with such warmth and love that you love yourself just a tad more too.

-Lighting Veins: Has probably drunk at least one energy drink in the last hour. The type of person you go out on the town with. Extravert. What they lack in self control they make up for with sheer enthusiasm. Always starting a new project. Full of inspiration. Can never shut off their mind. Will laugh with you over the stupidest things. A bit on the sarcastic side. Full of wanderlust. Constantly talks about all the trips they want to go on and places they want to see. Wants to do everything. Wants to be everything. Listening to them talk about your dreams makes you a bit more excited about existing.

when you’re in denial that you’re an adult

people as decades

1920: lace gloves, diamond chandeliers, dry cocktails, curtains blowing in the wind, heartbreak, cigarettes, swollen lips, silver feathers, pearls on the floor

1950: bubblegum, sewing kits, red lipstick, kissing at the drive-in, static on tv, coca-cola, diner booths, whispering secrets, always sad, strawberry milkshakes

1960: cat-eyes, pink bikinis, type writers, rock music, heart-shaped sunglasses, cheeseburgers, florescent lights, leather sofas, anti-government

1970: roller-skates, acceptance, suede, roses, picking daises, at war, and angry, falling asleep, lip gloss, reading in the grass, bad music, burning candles

1980: neon lights, smudged mascara, corded phones, stepping on a lego, butterfly tattoo, star wars, loud arcades, riding your bike with friends, ponytail

1990: silver sneakers, patches on your backpack, young love, denim jackets, cartoons and comics, too close to death, swimming pools, mixtapes, black

2000: babydoll pink, soft-serve ice cream, sunglasses, the smell of chemicals, crushed velvet, sports, cell phones, wild highlights, teenage rebellion

2010: nostaligia, frosted donuts, glitter, sadness, big scarves, coffee, stickers, watering your plants, tangled headphones, bullet journals, greasy pizza

weather as types of people

Wind: Nomadic people are those who love wind. They are born of change and circumstance. Their worst enemy is the jailor of restriction. Seldom seen with restricting clothes, they like to move as they please. Messages pass their hands many times a day, and they love to be the bearer of news: whether good or bad, gossip or fun. They are desert people: hearts of sand and time, ever changing, always different. They are late-night pitstop people: gas station spirits and moonlight souls. People of change, people of destiny, people of drive.

Rain: Gentle souls. Instead of being in constant state of growth like most people, they are in a constant state of settling into themselves. Their presence is a calming one, even if they are not calm within themselves. They create effortlessly, ideas always flowing from them when they are present. When ideas are not present, the drought comes: not a drought of dehydration, but a drought of inspiration. When this drought comes, the people of rain have nothing to offer. All creativity is gone, all motive is lost. That is, until it rains again. A mysterious people, are those made of rain.

Thunder: Thunderous people can often be too loud, too much, and too frightening to those who do not understand them. Their anger holds the power of the earth, and heaven forbid you should see one cry. While they may shout and laugh, and be the greatest presence in the room, their loudness does not reflect who they are. Stormy emotion is their way to be heard, even if it isn’t the way they are best understood. You do not know a person of thunder, until you have studied while one slept next to you, or watched from a distance as they created something. You can hold no judgement to their stormy hearts until you take the time to know one. And should you manage to befriend one, you will find a strange sense of ancientness in their mannerisms. In the way they look off into the distance when they think nobody is watching, in how their art reflects people and places that no longer exist, in how they breathe so steadily beside you, as if they are meant to live forever.

Hail: Just like that embarrassing thing that happened to you in second grade, just like a memory that fills you with nostalgia at odd hours of the night, so hail people only appear in the moments before you fall asleep. They are beautiful in person, yes, but it is not until you have a time to ponder their beauty that you begin to see how incredible they truly are. Buffeted by wind, thrust up into the sky over and over again, their hearts have hardened to ice. But ice can melt; that is apparent with people of this kind. Give them a warm touch, and a kind eye. They will melt, and it will be beautiful.

Snow: Falling slowly, falling beautifully. People of snow are quiet and sad, but there is beauty in it. They drift downward, decorating the world with beauty as they go. You don’t see them much, since they’re quiet and rarely around. But it isn’t until they go missing that you realize how much they’ve impacted your life. They have an odd habit of making everything seem alright. When they speak, it is as if all the world is silent around them. You can never quite describe it, but they have a gentle peace about them: as if they know they are quickly failing, and are content with darkness that will approach. I’m sorry if you’ve ever held one’s hand, because there is no falling out of love with them. I’m sorry if you’ve ever heard one sing, because their music will never stop ringing in your ears. They are quiet. They are beautiful. They impact you in small ways, until everything you’re made up of seems to hold a piece of them.

“No woman can resist a man with tidal waves and earthquakes beneath his skin”

— Jandy Nelson, I’ll Give You the Sun

you could be the king…

P ZQAE TQR.

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So I just watched Candy Jar on Netflix and God damnit it was so cute and sad. It pulled at my heartstrings so many different ways ah.

im fucking hooked