funny thing is

I stood waiting in a Starbucks without headphones today.
And an endless line.
A Maroon 5 song came on.
I cringed.
Adam Levine’s voice is my very own version of nails on a chalkboard.
But then I listened.
It was a song called “one more night.”
It could have described my life for a good four months.
Then I laughed.
And grinned gleefully.
Because it wouldn’t describe my current life at all

Which is joyful, really
‘cause Adam Levine sux.

That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second.

castielgratia:
mrclassypants:

Goals.

wasiafooltothink:

"How much money does college cost in America?"

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(via thereal-khaldrago)

Those who flow as life flows know they need no other force.
The truth is, life is rarely exactly the way we want it to be, and other people often don’t act as we would like them to. Moment to moment, there are aspects of life that we like and others that we don’t. There are always going to be people who disagree with you, people who do things differently, and things that don’t work out.
The reason women are turning you down for casual sex seems to be that, for one thing, a lot of you are calling them sluts afterward. Also, a lot of you aren’t bothering to try to be good in bed.
The love you have in your life can only be as valuable as you perceive it to be, and the key of perception is belief. There are no neutral encounters. We always see others in the light of our beliefs; we always feel seen in the light of their beliefs. I’ve known people who walk into a room full of strangers and believe that a wave of hostility greets them. Other people walk into a room and immediately feel welcome. The difference is entirely one of perception, since this judgment comes before any external evidence. I would say that the first people believe they are not wanted in this world while the other group believe they are. Any belief that attacks our ability to value ourselves is a distortion. In essence the Self is of highest value; it deserves love without exception. People who cannot live their love stories harbor distorted beliefs that disguise the reality of their infinite worth.

"I dwell in possibility." - Emily Dickinson

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