She's got a mind of her own
Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.
Hermann Hesse (via qoldlush)

thegoddamazon:

youngblacksamurai:

peacein-peaceout:

bitchesartandpokemon:

thetallblacknerd:

sugahsrevolution:

thefrogman:

What if other planetary bodies orbited our world at the same distance as the moon?

Scale by Brad Goodspeed [website | vimeo | twitter]

[video] [h/t: porygon-d]

I don’t have time for Jupiter’s big ass. I really don’t. That shit would have me losing my mind if I ever saw something like that.

I’d cry if jupiter was near, but I can fuck with mars

I would freak the fuck out if Jupiter came near

Looking at that pic of Jupiter, then looking out my window & just imagining the ENTIRE HORIZON being Jupiter… I’m actually really on-edge. That makes me really uncomfortable.

Neptune, too, but it’s not as bad.

And I remember seeing one of these for Saturn. Almost as bad as Jupiter, and with fricking creepy-ass rings. Nopenopenopenope.

I like these planets like I like my creepy men: far the fuck away from me

Hell to the fucking no, I would not like to wake up one morning and see got damn Saturn and/or Jupiter outside my window. I’d think that Earth was gonna fuse with the shit and we’d all perish. 

Nah.

I like how everyone’s flipping out about what the sky looks like and not the fact that the gravitational pull of Jupiter would suck the Earth into it and kill us all.

But yeah, I’d flip out too. Jupiter get your ass out of my window.

neshatriumphs:

the-bitch-goddess-success:

sourcedumal:

shadesoffantasy:

sooolondon:

sourcedumal:

kirstinthereckless:

thegoddamazon:

daniellemertina:

unapproachableblackchicks:

Who gone stop me?

ha! I don’t know why this made me laugh. She lookin right into those peep holes like WHAT?!

WHO GON CHECK ME BOO?



GET EM GIRL!!!!! She ain’t ever scared! Look they asses right in the eyes!



Do something, I DARE YOU!

Those fuckers in hoods are COWARDS, not even the scum of the earth would want to be them.
They are NOTHING.

In which the KKK thought they were about that life and were proven wrong.

neshatriumphs:

the-bitch-goddess-success:

sourcedumal:

shadesoffantasy:

sooolondon:

sourcedumal:

kirstinthereckless:

thegoddamazon:

daniellemertina:

unapproachableblackchicks:

Who gone stop me?

ha! I don’t know why this made me laugh. She lookin right into those peep holes like WHAT?!

WHO GON CHECK ME BOO?

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GET EM GIRL!!!!! She ain’t ever scared! Look they asses right in the eyes!

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Do something, I DARE YOU!

Those fuckers in hoods are COWARDS, not even the scum of the earth would want to be them.

They are NOTHING.

In which the KKK thought they were about that life and were proven wrong.

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paperthincranes:

This makes me giggle :3

milchn:

Candle Night

金沢市民芸術村

I’m a therapy drop-out again. 
Or rather, I dunno if I quit first or if my therapist quit me. It was more a mutual breakup; they couldn’t keep track of my appointments, and I didn’t have the patience to communicate my displeasure. Sorry I actually had fun real-life stuff to do sometimes. They probably have an excessive caseload; I’m sure my $20 co-pays won’t be missed.
About 3 weeks ago, I went to the waiting room at the end of the hallway where my ex-therapist’s cubbyhole office is. I waited for awhile, watchless, purseless, phoneless (cellie was at home charging at 8%). Started reading from a few National Geographics and glancing at the clock on the auto-thermostat. Heard an office door open and shut, but didn’t pay any attention, as I was a good 20 minutes early for my 3 p.m. appointment. At 5 to three, I put the magazines away and went to the doc’s door. Got no answer, so I leaned against the opposite wall, thinking they might have gone to the restroom. Another 10 minutes, and I got a little worried. Did my therapist forget my appointment? Were they out sick? Was the door I’d heard earlier them leaving for the day?
Without my phone, I could only guess at the reasons I was alone, and unable to contact them. I left, and checked my phone as soon as I got home. The therapist had called, but didn’t remember that I’d already confirmed my appointment days earlier. They’d wanted me to call before showing up, or they would call it a day.
Irritated, and somewhat relieved, I decided to quit therapy. At least for now. I can’t handle someone more disorganized than me helping me deal with life. Decided not to call back. If we speak about an appointment, and I repeat the day and time back to you, why should I have to confirm? Did you not write it down? Perhaps they had trust issues from the time I stood them up. Okay. Mutual trust issues and incompatibility. That’s it.
I guess I’m good at quitting things. And working my life out solo.

I’m a therapy drop-out again.

Or rather, I dunno if I quit first or if my therapist quit me. It was more a mutual breakup; they couldn’t keep track of my appointments, and I didn’t have the patience to communicate my displeasure. Sorry I actually had fun real-life stuff to do sometimes. They probably have an excessive caseload; I’m sure my $20 co-pays won’t be missed.

About 3 weeks ago, I went to the waiting room at the end of the hallway where my ex-therapist’s cubbyhole office is. I waited for awhile, watchless, purseless, phoneless (cellie was at home charging at 8%). Started reading from a few National Geographics and glancing at the clock on the auto-thermostat. Heard an office door open and shut, but didn’t pay any attention, as I was a good 20 minutes early for my 3 p.m. appointment. At 5 to three, I put the magazines away and went to the doc’s door. Got no answer, so I leaned against the opposite wall, thinking they might have gone to the restroom. Another 10 minutes, and I got a little worried. Did my therapist forget my appointment? Were they out sick? Was the door I’d heard earlier them leaving for the day?

Without my phone, I could only guess at the reasons I was alone, and unable to contact them. I left, and checked my phone as soon as I got home. The therapist had called, but didn’t remember that I’d already confirmed my appointment days earlier. They’d wanted me to call before showing up, or they would call it a day.

Irritated, and somewhat relieved, I decided to quit therapy. At least for now. I can’t handle someone more disorganized than me helping me deal with life. Decided not to call back. If we speak about an appointment, and I repeat the day and time back to you, why should I have to confirm? Did you not write it down? Perhaps they had trust issues from the time I stood them up. Okay. Mutual trust issues and incompatibility. That’s it.

I guess I’m good at quitting things. And working my life out solo.

Things To Remember

wittyandcharming:

  • Don’t be angry at yourself when anxiety/depression flares up. It isn’t your fault and no one blames you and if they do they’re pieces of shit.
  • Don’t orbit around your perceived value so much. You’re not the sum total of what you produce.
  • Don’t let yourself wonder why people love you. That’s not how it works. There are not stark, individual reasons that a person can enumerate about why they love you. It’s the entire, unique combination of what and who you are.

studio-ami:

~Blue chinese dragon~

So this is the last dragon I have made and now I have one in green, red, yellow and blue!

He’s a very cool dragon and nothing fazes him! But he is also very sweet! :)

(If you like my amigurumi, please also like my facebook page-Studio Ami)

xxx