a drake-themed party where we listen to drake and watch old episodes of degrassi and play musical chairs to “anaconda” but most importantly we just act very kind to each other in a way that is sometimes almost weird
Nude Portraits series by photographer Trevor Christensen
This is my new favorite thing
Ke$ha | Timber (2014 Solo Version)
“People want to be bowled over by something special. Nine times out of ten you can forget, but that tenth time, that peak experience, is what people want. That’s what can move the world. That’s art.”
― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I saw this gem on Reddit tonight. It was posted under a topic of “What ‘little’ things you can do to improve your relationship with your significant other.” I’m definitely taking this piece of advice with me into my next relationship. (via blakebaggott)
so i was JUST talking about this, i am literally talking about this right now and taking a break from the conversation so that i can be like BUT TUMBLR! because i have noticed that i, as well as i think the language of this particular website, do this thing where we’re like “lol i’m garbage because i haven’t done this thing/did this thing that is bad/have done this thing that is generally shitty” which makes us feel good because we are “acknowledging our faults,” except—we’re not really? because what we’re doing is turning our faults into a joke, forcing the people around us to deny it or minimize its importance, and then doing nothing to change the behavior.
"i haven’t done this thing i promised you that i’d do, because i am fundamentally a garbage person," places the onus of the person i am talking to either to say, "nooo, you’re not garbage, you’ve been busy!!" or to say, "it’s whatever, don’t worry about it." we’re giving ourselves an out by pretending to be acknowledging responsibility.
it’s like the shittiest way ever to acknowledge that you fucked up? if what you did was garbage, then say, “that was garbage, i’m going to do better,” and then … do better. that’s it. admitting that you’ve made a mistake is all fine and good, but if you don’t make any attempt to rectify it—or adjust the behavior going forward—than it’s kind of a useless exercise.
anyway, if i do this to you/have done this to you, i am sorry. i will try to be better. if i ever say to you, “i am garbage,” and then give you the eye that says QUICK TELL ME I’M NOT GARBAGE, i hope you feel totally comfortable being like, “tbh, yeah. you kind of are right now.”
If I favorite your sad post, it isn’t just my helpless way of showing sympathy from a long distance and possibly not knowing you well enough to do more, it’s because I genuinely delight in your misery.
“Writing ‘Red’, I was 21 and 22 and back then I think my priorities were different. My priorities were, I was very enamored by romance and the idea of that. At 24, at this point, I’m just really like, I just want to be with my friends, and I wanna make music, and I wanna play shows, and I wanna travel the world, and I want to define my life on my own terms. That’s my list of priorities now which is different than it was a couple years ago.”
I crave intimacy but I get confused and uncomfortable when I’m shown even the slightest bit of attention or affection.
Seriously Simon you need to stop calling me two seconds after I’ve just finished a gig and used up all my energy spending three hours doing the same pose over and over again and then walking out of the shoot to go fly to Miami so I can tap some random birds and fire hydrants for more energy because I already tapped every bird and fire hydrant in Southern California and when I tap those birds and fire hydrants I don’t get any energy anyway so I have to drag myself back to the photoshoot and the photographer is oblivious to the fact that I just up and walked out and just keeps taking pictures that I never even get to see. You are seriously the manager from hell and my social life is a mess because my so called girlfriend just calls me out of the blue and says we should break up and she’s basic anyway and has no appreciation for all the bottles of wine I buy and the fancy ass dinners where she insults my outfit and then we go straight to kissing because that’s apparently a sign of a healthy relationship in this town.
But yeah I’ll take the gig.
Just read through ALL of this…these people are INCREDIBLY organized and have collected almost every piece of information out - and they are asking some amazing questions.
- The 5 Things A Massage Therapist Will Probably Tell You To Do In Order To Stop Hurting
Caveat: I’ve only been a massage therapist for...
Title: Baby, I
Word Count: ~23k
Summary: Warm milk floods his mouth. The hand in Niall’s hair tightens.