Jensen: “I couldn’t see you for a while. I got a little nervous.” Misha: “That was hard.” Jensen: “It was.” Misha: “It was like being in the water without a life jacket. Scary.” Jared: “What is?” Misha: “Just not being able to see him.” Jared:…
It is our insecurities and flaws that make us beautiful.
So I think I committed a felony today.
Breaking and entering, to be exact.
I was so tired and out of it that instead of going all the way up to the third floor, I went to the second and walked down to where my door would have been, used my key to unlock the door (why did my key work in that door anyway?), and stepped inside.
I then said out loud, “Why does my apartment smell like smoke…OH SHIT,” slammed the door, and ran upstairs to my own apartment and locked the door behind me.
To all the individuals who are so against this tour, you’re part of the problem with the current music scene.
If bands like touring together, there’s no reason they shouldn’t play shows with each other. Just don’t be such a pretentious person because “their fans are bad”. The fanbases aren’t bad. You’re just an asshole to any band who you’ve deemed as “sellouts”.
This is Haylee. I met her online recently and was given permission to share her story. Shes 16 years old and has been suffering with Anorexia Nervosa (binge purge subtype) for 10 years now. She has permanent heart problems, shes has 2 heart attacks since January, and was in a coma in March. Shes constantly in the hospital due to her eating disorder, and shes spent 7 months in the hospital this year. It’s come to my attention that there are a lot of people on tumblr with “pro-anorexic” blogs who seem to WANT this disease and give “tips” to their followers to “become anorexic”. I want you to look at this photo, at this young girl who has wasted 10 years of her life in agony and ask yourself, how can you be pro this? How can you encourage others to do this to themselves? Please reblog this and help it get around to other blogs to show the reality of eating disorders and the pain they cause and put a stop to “pro anorexia” blogs.
Depression is not something you can control with medicine or diet or exercise like other things. Sometimes it rears its ugly goddamn head and all you can do is cope with it and do the best you can. And that’s all we can expect from you. And we will love you no matter what. We will love you because of your flaws, not in spite of them. Because they’re what makes you beautiful.
the fact that he tried so hard to estimate how far he’d need to jump to make it on the couch and then not making it omfg
my heart just exploded a little
he forgot to factor in how slick the table was
the same cat, years later….
The second gif made it a little hard to breathe, omfg.
Ohmygod. I never reblog, but this. Ohmysweetjesus, this.
Words always fail me when I need them most. My tongue stumbles over my vowels and consonants. Putting pen to paper seems to be the only way to say what I mean these days and even then the words aren’t adequate.
I really can’t describe how much music means to me.
For most people, music is just something to fill the silence. Something pleasant to play in your car on your way to work.
But for people like me, it’s different.
It is the chill down my spine when a chord progression is particularly strong.
It is the way tears come to my eyes when a lyric hits me hard.
I feel music in my bones.
It is firecrackers and snowflakes, like Christmas in July.
It’s the reason I wake up every morning and remember to breathe.
So never say it’s “just music”.
It has NEVER been “just music” to me.
Last night, I was was laying in bed crying, and my cat came up and laid next to me on the pillow. I put my hand on his side, for comfort, trying to pull myself together. He looked me directly in the eye, put his paw on my chin and we just laid there like that for awhile. It was like he was reassuring me that he’s here, and that together we’ll make it through.
I really don’t know what I’d do without him. <3
I adore flying, the whole experience. Running through terminals to get to my plane, sitting next to a stranger and parting as friends, the way my breath catches when the wheels leave the ground and the exhale of relief when they touch down safely at the end. Looking out the window mid flight and realizing that you literally left all of your problems on the ground. Your insecurities, debt, hate, all of it. When I break through the clouds and rise above them, the sun setting them ablaze, I feel…untouchable.
I’m undecided on the subject of fate and destiny and such. On one hand, I’d like to believe that there’s someone out there meant specifically for me, or that my life will end up okay because “that’s fate for ya”, but on the other hand, the idea that my entire life is already planned out, that I have no say in where my life is going is exceedingly depressing.