I love the city,
simple as that.

I’d like to think I’m ready to have a relationship with someone that turns into us getting married, the problem is, I still gotta meet that person.

To everyone else, I love you.

Shout out to all the cute girls on tumblr. Y’all make me smile.

It saddens me to think that I didn’t have a childhood worth remembering. To my future children, I promise you I won’t let it be that way with you.

I have just been bestowed with some knowledge… and now I feel super awkward

Porn is so unfair to women, and maybe even men. For one, not every person that is attractive has to look like a porn star. The typical, skinny, big tits, big ass. Or the big dick, arms and washboard abs. I feel like everyone sees that, and then everything else is then less than that, when in reality, that person is attractive in their own right. 

Furthermore, it just limits sex to all about appearance. We all want to have sex with the visually attractive person. But you know what you’re missing? The fact that that person has a brain, has a personality, has a life, has secrets, and has so much more than just what they show on the outside. You can have sex with all that, and connect with that person on more than just a level that’s all about appearance. 

Call me soft or whatever, but I just felt like saying.

I think that deleting would actually be one of the hardest things in life to do. You know why? Because you build a life on tumblr, you have friends, you make acquaintances, you make enemies, there’s drama, there’s triumphs, there’s achievement, there’s personal expression. It IS another life, and when you delete your blog, you’re deleting part of you, you’re deleting something that has been part of your life. You’re tearing everything down that you had and denying yourself exposure to it. It’s not like you can fade it out, you have to do it in one fatal blow. That’s why deleting is one of the hardest things to do, and for those of us “lucky” enough to be able to do that, I hope you find the same thing that kept you on tumblr for so long, in your “new” life.

Do you want to know why rejection hurts so much? and why we’re so afraid of it?

Because the basis of all human need is some form of connection. So when you attempt to make some sort of connection and you’re rejected, you’re getting denied the basic impulse of human life. We’re afraid of not having that, more specifically, we’re afraid of not getting it when we ask.

So we simply don’t ask. We keep to ourselves, we don’t attempt to establish a connection. If we do try, and get rejected enough times, we give up. 

We as humans are fatally flawed.

(Source: richpeopleeatmoney)

It’s snowing ever so softly outside, and what a beautiful sight it is to just sit here and watch it.

If I told you a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?

What a day this is going to be..

I could very much “disappear” tonight.

I’d give a lot to be care free. I really would.

How ironic that you liked that. :/