For all of you who’ve been told that you are a failure – or that you will end up a failure, I need you to know that such a thing doesn’t exist. There is no person anywhere who is a failure. There are people failed by the system, people who are failed by their families, by their jobs, bosses, the economy, the law, the government, the rich, the oppression, by their own lack of empathy. But nobody is a failure.

Not doing well at any area in life does not make person a failure. People who don’t have a career are not failures, people who don’t have jobs aren’t failures. People who struggle with addiction or homelessness are not failures. People who fall thru the cracks of social systems aren’t failures either. Not finding love doesn’t equal a failure. Human beings don’t fail. We’re not meant to follow a structure of life that demands us to constantly struggle against a system that is set so that only a certain percentage could enjoy privileges, while the rest is told we’re not good enough.

We’re born to be a part of the world, to share the sun and the rain together, to form a community and live more easily relying on each other, we’re meant to enjoy affection and acceptance throughout our entire lives, to experience joy and sorrow with support of others, to fill each other’s time with conversation and laughter. A person not having these things in life doesn’t equal a failure, it’s a person who’s been denied their birthright. It’s a person who is forced to miss out and to struggle, because if they were able to enjoy what is natural to them, they would not be in so much anxiety or pain.

No matter what mistakes you make, or what roads you take, you will never be a failure. Nobody is supposed to fight their entire life alone in order to keep the fear of failure away. It’s not a real threat. You cannot fail, as long as you breathe, you’re valuable and welcome part of the world.

tincanopus

like yes things suck but at least ur not 15 again

tincanopus

*repeating to myself in the mirror* i lived through being age 15 i can do anything now…

i know nothing. i have no observations to make. i have gained no insights.

your honour, i do not have to be good. i do not have to walk on my knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. i only have to let the soft animal of my body love what it loves.

The only prerequisite for having trauma is being traumatized by something. That’s it.

It doesn’t matter what the event was that traumatized you because trauma isn’t about the situation but is instead about how you felt about the situation. This means that a situation that may not affect someone else can still be traumatizing to you. And that’s okay. Your trauma isn’t “less than” because it’s not a trauma that’s commonly talked about. Your trauma is valid no matter what it is.

— Robert Frost

i do not know my mutuals names they are simply their url that i read wrong

the love in a kitchen. the love inside food. the love underneath the coaster. the love between the potato chips. the love between the hands who knead the dough. the love between the window mesh and the sunlight filtering through it. a sensuous dance between the stove and a vessel filled with milk, bubbling and boiling. kitchens are divine. you create. i make food for you and i extend a bite for you to eat, do you chew on the carelessly rolled chapati or do you wait for more? i cook love in a kitchen and you look at me from the counter. our eyes meet and we giggle

sxeli-deactivated20171231

do you think straight people understand what a mammal is

homosozialismus

a hundred years of animations have taught us that no

sxeli

they’ll tell me to take a biology class cuz im trans and then turn around and put tits on a duck

arroz-con-yolo

This has to be one of the funniest bits of internet commentary I’ve ever read

My boyfriend talks in his sleep and because he’s bilingual, he says some hilarious/weird/sometimes creepy shit. I ask him every morning if he remembers saying this stuff and he has no idea about any of it. 

Here are some of my favorites:

-”Babe, can you please turn down the brightness of your skin” -After stealing all of the blankets: “This is my right as a human” -After I take the blankets back: “I don’t want your freedom, America. Just blanket” -Sometimes he just says “Hello?” as if he’s answering a phone call -One night he just said “Cabbage” which is weird because he doesn’t know the english word for that when he’s awake.  -After spooning me: “You have a nice butt” -”Who is that in the corner?” (terrifying) -”Watch out for the red lady” (even more terrifying) -Sometimes he will say things in German and it sounds like he’s speaking Parseltongue -One time I actually think he said something in Parseltongue -One time he talked about buying a ticket to “everywhere” and then just said “hello?” after two minutes of silence -And my all time favorite: ”This is MY yogurt, Satan”

tovartime

Need me a squad like this

growlandpounce

Grey shirt had me feelin things

icecream-eaterrr

im def the guy in the plaid shirt lol 

"why are they wearing the same clothes they wore yesterday" because humans invented what is called a washing machine u should look into getting one

"I am too miserable, too low-spirited, to sick of the world and all in it, including life itself, that I would not care if I heard this moment the flapping of the wings of the angel of death"

Bram Stoker, Dracula

Maybe you weren’t a terrible person maybe you were just fifteen

it's just... how we all are main characters without knowing, without trying. I saw a little girl in a yellow dress trying to catch a butterfly this morning and she was jumping and giggling with joy, and for those 10 seconds, the universe finally made sense

friendly reminder that if i have ever befriended you and have not spoken to you in a while it’s nothing you’ve done wrong it’s just because i’m a piece of shit at keeping in contact with people and i still love you okay good

elven-child

friendly reminder that people you consider rays of sunshine can:

saphirus

reminder that people who you consider strong, cold, impassive or emotionless can:

ritikajyala

There's a sort of goodbye that comes with 17.

All questions of 'who do you want to be when you grow up' turn to 'who are you becoming now?' 17 is young, 17 is old. It's everything you wanted. It's everything you despised. It's messy and ruthless and full of grief at times. And 17 is scary as hell because now you know that you finally have to say goodbye to childhood.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned (source)

together-our-souls-rhyme

11 and that's when it starts aching.

17 and the pain hasnt gone anywhere yet.

seeing people worshipping pdf like do you even know epub.. you're in plato's cave and I'm begging you to see the light

„You deserve someone who loves you with every single beat of his heart, someone who thinks about you constantly, someone who spends every minute of every day just wondering what you’re doing, where you are, who you’re with, and if you’re OK. You need someone who can help you reach your dreams and protect you from your fears. You need someone who will treat you with respect, love every part of you, especially your flaws. You should be with someone who could make you happy, really happy, dancing on air happy.“

�� Cecelia Ahern, ‘Love, Rosie’