a guy at school today was wearing this damn fine red nail polish and I heard these two girls whispering angrily and looking in his direction so I listened in expecting them to be weird about it and the first thing I hear is “how the HELL did he get it so good did he get it professionally done or something you need to ask him where he found that colour jesus fucking christ are you KIDDING me”
I think this is a good example of how the world should work.
There are two types of single people
- desperately wants to be in a relationship
- desperately wants to remain single for as long as possible
I am both.
I’m genuinely afraid for the day to come when I look back in my life and realize that I wasn’t happy with the life I lived. I’m scared that the time will come when my hands could no longer paint what I feel, when I could no longer imagine great things - palaces, skyscrapers, bridges - in my juvenile mind, when I could no longer write letters to tell people how sorry I am.
Right now, I’m taking up a program that doesn’t interest me at all. Numbers from morning to bedtime and calculator button sounds everywhere I go. I mean, who loves that? Who has a passion for pressing calculators until their fingers bleed? Right, absolutely no one. I’m pretty sure that we, the people in this field, all took this road for one reason: money (and maybe parents’ preference.)
I wanted to go places, get inspiration from different parts of the world, combine them all in my mind, and build my own empire. I also wanted to be a man whose best friends are his sketch pad and pencil. I almost took up Multimedia Arts and was so close to passing my enrollment requirements, but I changed my mind in the last minute. I realized I’m going to have to be extremely talented or incredibly rich to go on with the artist life after I graduate. I cannot just sit on sidewalks and wait for people to ask me to make them portraits.
Bees only like beautiful flowers; and if you’re not beautiful, they will not give a single damn about you or they will sting you to death if you bug them.
And today, now that I’m halfway through the road to graduation, I realize I had lots of choices, and I wouldn’t say I made a wrong one, but it’s definitely not the best choice. I feel like I fell down a deep well, and have to climb up the rope to witness the beautiful pastures again. I have no choice but to go on with this now, to finish this. I can’t cut the rope or else it’ll be too short for me to climb again and reach the top.
I guess the best advice I could people right now is to make sure they fall into the right well; make sure it’s the perfect well for them. Because if you do choose the right well, no matter how deep it is, you will definitely enjoy climbing it. Who knows, maybe one day, when you reach the top, you’d be able to turn the rope into a swing and hang it on a tree.” — Choose the Right Well to Fall Into (via socriminals)
dont u hate it when u have a romantic dream about someone who u never thought about in a romantic way and then u wake up and have some weird crush on them like wtf subconscious why u gotta do this to me
I bought my friend an elephant for their room.
They said “Thank you.”
I said “Don’t mention it.”
Is there a joke here that 15 thousand people get but I don’t?
wouldnt it be cool to just like not feel nervous about everything all the time
IF I COULD FIND YOU NOW THINGS WOULD GET BETTERRRRRRRRR
WE COULD LEAVE THIS TOWN AND RUN FOREVERRRRRR
I KNOW SOME WHERE SOME HOW WE’LL BE TOGETHERRRRR
LET YOUR WAVES CRASH DOWN ON ME AND TAKE ME
AWAYYYY EEEEE YEAHHHH EEEE YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH