Everything Is So Hard All The Time Has Anyone Else Noticed That

if you don't walk in the rain at least once in a while you're not really living

“in order to create loving males we need to love males” means teach boys that they can be themselves without being less of a man. it means being encouraging and nurturing of their emotions so they don’t become cold and hateful. it means showing boys, early in their lives, that they have value outside of what our society deems proper masculinity. what it doesn’t mean is that it’s our job to handhold men who see women as walking sex toys through the concept of empathy, and maybe if we’re really really nice to them and don’t say things that hurt their feelings they’ll stop killing us for saying no

relationships, friendships, family members, co-workers, i notice it almost every day

they should really warn you ahead of time about how much of adult life hinges on being able to navigate other Ppls childhoods. Like lot of the time in order to complete a task or even just communicate effectively you need to get a sense of ‘wtf happened to this guy in high school’

it’s comforting to know that the universe prefers life over death. they are constantly evolving animals to survive longer, one creatures death will allow for the continuation of another’s life, everything will collapse in on itself some day so that a new life could be created all over again. the universe is addicted to living, so when u make someone’s life easier to live you are literally doing gods work 

knife theory

if the pain you caused me was something straight-forward and physical like a knife to my heart, how would i react?

in one universe i would look you dead in the eye as you twist and turn the knife inside of me instead of begging you to stop.

in another universe i would leave the knife in me until scar-tissue grows over it and it becomes part of me.

in the last universe i pull the knife out from where you put it in between my ribs and stab you with it as i bleed to death. then lick the blade and let the iron of us both be my last meal.

Creekside at Night - Jeremy Sams

American , b. 1977 -

Acrylic , 8 x 10 in.

poetry is wild because in any given collection 30% of it will make you feel nothing, 60% will make you feel varying levels of confused and curious, and the other 10% will crack open your brain like an egg and reveal new truths about the human condition

‘this made me smile’ ☆ taken on june 4, 2011

by sarahxcaulfield on flickr

if you’re not into some dumb embarrassing shit you’re not living your truth