Wish I had more time for Tumblr. Summer is taking too damn long to get here already
“The fault in our stars” was literally the most depressing thing I’ve ever been exposed too
Happiness is a choice.
Anonymous: I didnt know you were a guy whoa! Mainly b/c you have a nature blog
Perhaps I don’t post enough pussy and pot to maintain my masculinity?
For so long I’ve wanted something more. Now I want something less. Something different. Something normal.
I want to be normal. I want a normal life. I want a normal family. I want a normal relationship. I want a normal school. I want to have a normal job. I want normal wants. I used to think that grandeur, superiority, and extravagance were all that mattered. I’ve learned that with luxury comes abnormalcy. Something always strays off the beaten path whenever something looks the way I want it. I don’t want to stand out, and I don’t want to fall behind. I want things to be easy. I’m tired. I’m scatterred. I’m lost. No one knows who I am. Least of all me. Why should I go against the flow when all it does is make life harder? Why can’t I have the standard desires and wishes? Why do I have to be different?
Acceptance and rejection letters from all the ivies in 19 minutes! Good luck to everyone who applied. (Penn > all)
People say that everyone is beautiful, deep down inside. That no matter who you are, where you’ve been, or what you’ve done, you are beautiful. However cute, and cuddly that statement is, it’ll never be true. Ever.
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder” - true to an extent. Due to the subjective nature of beauty, it may vary, slightly, from person to person. You’ll have your exceptions, but ugly is ugly. Beauty is beauty. They’re unmistakeable qualities of truth.
Beauty is rationally subjective and comparative. If everyone were of the same caliber, then everyone is as ugly as they are beautiful for that matter. We all have an inner light. Each of us shines differently with a capacity each of their own. The brightest light will always be the first noticed; the first taken; the most appealing. For at the end of the day no one, no one, goes to the store looking for a dim, broken light, that never has and never will work.
