"Let me be with you."
Sixteen Small Steps to Happiness
1. push yourself to get up before the rest of the world - start with 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise.
2. push yourself to fall asleep earlier - start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. wake up in the…
i can’t believe people get so angry about a bisexual spider-man. whatever. have your shitty bi/homophobic opinions. you’re an asshole anyway. i just can’t believe you’re robbing everyone of all the glorious ‘swings both ways’ jokes
Someone wanna tell me what’s up with my sleep?
Like yesterday I woke up at 6 for no reason…just rolled over and was awake even though I had been exhausted the night before. And then last night I ended up falling asleep way early and having one of those strange, extremely wakeful nights and have just been on tumblr since like 430.
"I don’t really like people, but it’s difficult to get comfortable with loneliness. I mean, I’ve tried to have friends, but it never works out. And I’m tired of going out alone. I’m ok staying in at my place. It smells good when I burn incense and I have a lot of records and I can just play video games.”
The bus she was waiting for arrived. “Do you need to go?”
"It’s ok. Another one will come in ten minutes… But then, you know, sometimes I just want a partner— a relationship. It would be nice to share this part of my life with someone. I’ve been single for years, and you know, there are people I could call if I wanted to. But people always end up saying things that rub me the wrong way, or if I open up to them, suddenly they want me to be their best friend, and I don’t want people to have expectations of me. I don’t want to waste anyone else’s time if I’m not interested in being close to them."
Another bus came and went while she told me about the loneliness, wiping tears from her eyes. Then another. “I’m sorry, I’ve talked too long.”
"It’s really ok. Sometimes we just need to connect."
"Yeah, I forget that sometimes."
I feels her.
i feel this
i really really do
Dont care what anyone says, this was a fantastic movie back when I was a kid!
The Pagemaster (1994)
I am an African. The death of my brother is also my death. Let me put this question to you again, because many foolish Black middle classes, and many foolish people who are eating well think that they can sit in America, and watch this country destroy the African continent, and watch this country destroy African-Caribbeans, and watch this country destroy Africans in Central and South America, and think that these same people who destroy Africans abroad, will not be the same people who will destroy them in America.
Dr. Amos N. Wilson (via erikangstrom)
i see no difference
Eartha Kitt by Gordon Parks, New York 1952