this is my brain on html
"We write to taste life twice; once in the moment, and then in retrospection." - Anaïs Nin

I feel so submerged in my friends’ lives that I seem to be forgetting how to kickstart my own — back into productivity and success. 

I want to be there for everyone that needs me. I want to tell you positive thoughts, remind you that things will be different in a few months, push you to finish your homework and your album and that final article you need to graduate. 

I wonder where I get these motivational speeches from. They surely haven’t been applied to my own life, not lately. I’m not in a forever-rut. Just a, right-now-rut. I’m okay with that. I know the end is near. 

The self-awareness doesn’t really change anything, though. It’s a step up from that. And that, my friends, is what I’m still figuring out. 

I LOVE when people are themselves and are true. expressive. what is more honorable than that? Be brave. (at The Cameron House)

I LOVE when people are themselves and are true. expressive. what is more honorable than that? Be brave. (at The Cameron House)

better evacuate. 

"when everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless / rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen / I might not be the same, but that’s not important / no freedom till we’re equal, damn right I support it"

night one
I think my exact thoughts at this time were, “what am I doing here?”

night one

I think my exact thoughts at this time were, “what am I doing here?”

oh, the places you’ll go.

oh, the places you’ll go.

as much as I hate myself, I hate you more / but I still smile when you come through that door / and as much as I hate my life, I hate yours too / 
j
ust can’t seem to teach myself to ignore you.

Hi, tumblr. 

The dashboard is far different than I remember.

I don’t know if I’m back, and if I am it’s likely not here, but the fact that I’ve had paragraphs and thoughts formatting in my head for weeks, months, means that they have to go somewhere. 

So there’s that. 

coreena:

Is it weird that I would totally fuck David Lynch?

coreena:

Is it weird that I would totally fuck David Lynch?

soupsoup:

noraleah:

Beautiful story, and as a true penny candy aficionado, I would LOVE to hail this cab!

“Candy cabbie” Mansoor Khalid gives passengers as much candy as they want.

“The New York life is not the easy life,” Khalid, 36, told the Daily News. “People are depressed. I see a lot of people stressed sitting back there.”

Khalid is no stranger to stress. He dubbed his taxi the NYC Candy Cab after his 2-year-old son died in April from a long battle with heart disease.

“I learned a lot of things,” he said of the trauma of losing his child, who underwent two heart transplants and lost a kidney before he passed away. “Life is too short.”

Khalid, who moved to New York from Pakistan in 1993 and has been driving a cab since 1997, had already seen the impact of small acts of generosity. During the two years he spent in the hospital with his son, he routinely brought coffee and desserts to the doctors and nurses when he got off his shift at 1 a.m.

(via nedhepburn)