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"We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us."

Orla. 19. Northern Ireland.
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maybenotboring:

and at no point has anyone thought “maybe we should not build a giant flammable goat this year”

maybenotboring:

and at no point has anyone thought “maybe we should not build a giant flammable goat this year”

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sarcastic-snowflake:

So every morning I get off the train and start my 20 minute walk to work, and there’s this guy who’s always like 3 steps ahead of me and always beats me to the street corner bc I get stopped by the light and he passes it. but today I was ahead of him for the first time and he RUNS in front of me, turns around and goes “I’ve been winning for 2 months now, can’t stop now, have a good day, see you tomorrow.”  tmrw I swear i’m wearing running shoes to work. 

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ercuillium:

untitled by Lauren Withrow on Flickr.
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starkinglyhandsome:

dollygale:

captain-raptor:

best thing i learned working with and learning about kids: when they do shit like this, especially to something they themselves use and enjoy, leave it there for as long as possible. let them return to the fun thing over and over again so that it sinks in that the thing they did was wrong, they ruined something, and now they can’t have fun because of it and they should never do it again. it teaches them consequence of action and cautiousness.

i did this with a 3-year-old kid i babysat who filled his playstation with peanut butter before i got there, just every time he went back to it and asked why it’s not working, i opened it and pointed to the peanut butter stains and said “you did that” and he says “yeah”, “will it work like that?” “…no”, and when he got it and promised to never put anything but games into a game machine again, his parents bought another and he kept his promise. it works, even at that age.

this was a long and unnecessary rant but so many times i’ve seen parents IMMEDIATELY replace their kids’ toys/electronics that they destroy over and over again and i’m just like NO THEY’RE NOT LEARNING ANYTHING THAT WAY 

they also don’t learn from being thrown into fires

yeah but they’re quieter that way

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surfandwrite:


I live for tiny moments.
The hitch in your breath when you shift beside me, the feel of your foreign skin as I caress it with my fingers, my teeth tearing through your bottom lip, the window’s silhouette slowly spilling on your bedroom wall as the world lazily gets drenched in the honey of the sunrise.
Your palms exploring uncharted territory, the unfamiliar terrain of my hipbones, your chest rising and falling as you introduce me to sounds I have never heard before, the flutter in your eyelids when I kiss your forehead, the silence shared between two strangers meeting at a strange place in a strange point in time.
Your hand clasps mine and we intertwine.
"Darling, you’re with me, always around me.
Give me shelter, or show me heart.
Watch me fall apart, watch me fall apart.”
The world is an eerie grey - and my fingers glide through your hair, crawling up your arm like ants, and you don’t mind.
The world is black and white - your ear is against my breast listening to my over-caffeinated heartbeat.
There is a sort-of thrill from the warmth of your pulse traveling down my shoulders, my back, the bridge of your nose resting at the crook of my neck when you pull me into you and we fit, and so I mind. I mind.
But I am thirsty for life. For meaning. For more than existence.
So I drink in the moments. We are human, and we are alive.
Let us drown in the in-betweens.

- The Pause by  Sade Andria Zabala
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surfandwrite:

I live for tiny moments.

The hitch in your breath when you shift beside me, the feel of your foreign skin as I caress it with my fingers, my teeth tearing through your bottom lip, the window’s silhouette slowly spilling on your bedroom wall as the world lazily gets drenched in the honey of the sunrise.

Your palms exploring uncharted territory, the unfamiliar terrain of my hipbones, your chest rising and falling as you introduce me to sounds I have never heard before, the flutter in your eyelids when I kiss your forehead, the silence shared between two strangers meeting at a strange place in a strange point in time.

Your hand clasps mine and we intertwine.

"Darling, you’re with me, always around me.

Give me shelter, or show me heart.

Watch me fall apart, watch me fall apart.”

The world is an eerie grey - and my fingers glide through your hair, crawling up your arm like ants, and you don’t mind.

The world is black and white - your ear is against my breast listening to my over-caffeinated heartbeat.

There is a sort-of thrill from the warmth of your pulse traveling down my shoulders, my back, the bridge of your nose resting at the crook of my neck when you pull me into you and we fit, and so I mind. I mind.

But I am thirsty for life. For meaning. For more than existence.

So I drink in the moments. We are human, and we are alive.

Let us drown in the in-betweens.

- The Pause by  Sade Andria Zabala

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lotrlockedwhovian:

That’s how you university.

lotrlockedwhovian:

That’s how you university.

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tarukai788:

thatonechick42:

littlecupcakenymph:

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Oh.My.God. 

There ARE ACTUAL REAL MEN OUT THERE??!

THAT RESPECT WOMEN?

THAT ACCEPT “no” FOR AN ANSWER?

What.is.happening.

Quick, reblog this everywhere so we can learn and grow as a species!

the fact that this is shocking is saddening.

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Life is hard, and children have to be told how hard life can be…So they will be sympathetic to others. So they will understand that some people have it harder than they do and that a trip through this world can be a wildly different experience, depending on what chemicals are raging through one’s mind.
Matthew Quick, The Silver Linings Playbook (via quoted-books)
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ratooned:

healthyshrrrr1mp:

I’m reblogging this again because I want to add that images like this are literally 100% the only reason I feel better about my body. Because when I’m having a shitty body image day, I look in the mirror and I remember that there are people who think bodies like mine are beautiful and lovely and sexy and I give myself permission to love myself even though my body is rarely reflected in mainstream media.

ratooned:

healthyshrrrr1mp:

I’m reblogging this again because I want to add that images like this are literally 100% the only reason I feel better about my body. Because when I’m having a shitty body image day, I look in the mirror and I remember that there are people who think bodies like mine are beautiful and lovely and sexy and I give myself permission to love myself even though my body is rarely reflected in mainstream media.

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avalancherun:

Forcing yourself to work on something that you have no real motivation for

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