Freedom.

For Those Who Wonder   Nine teen plus one years young. People watcher. Professional thrifter. Lover of poetry, sunsets, and second chances.

humansofnewyork:

"Right after I lost vision in my eye, I was so bad at walking that I ran into a girl eating ice cream, and knocked her cone out of her hand. She screamed: ‘Are you blind!?!?’ I turned to her and said: ‘I am blind actually, I’m so sorry, I’ll buy you a new cone.’ And she said: ‘Oh my God! I’m so sorry! Don’t worry! It’s no problem at all! I’ll buy another one.’ So we walked into the ice cream store together, and the clerk said: ‘I heard the whole thing. Ice cream is free.’"

humansofnewyork:

"Right after I lost vision in my eye, I was so bad at walking that I ran into a girl eating ice cream, and knocked her cone out of her hand. She screamed: ‘Are you blind!?!?’ I turned to her and said: ‘I am blind actually, I’m so sorry, I’ll buy you a new cone.’ And she said: ‘Oh my God! I’m so sorry! Don’t worry! It’s no problem at all! I’ll buy another one.’ So we walked into the ice cream store together, and the clerk said: ‘I heard the whole thing. Ice cream is free.’"

— 6 days ago with 19512 notes
with shaking hands

I.

I don’t know what it is about 

warm beads rolling down my cheek

that automatically

pulls down the corners of my mouth.

How hot skin can feel just like

the buzz 

from a few sip’s worth

of wine. 

Only this buzz, my head is heavy, 

my body weak, and ready to collapse

and any word fighting to make it’s way

into the light

is stuffed back down to

the darkness it came from.

So I sob quietly, trying to stop,

but tears keep slipping.

II. 

It’s not what you said,

it’s how the words were sloppily 

thrown at me

that hit me hardest.

III.

Smoke,

and tears,

mistake after mistake,

and people;

people

yelling at you,

warning you,

from the shoulder

as you speed by,

blind to the end of the road ahead.

So we stand quietly, 

and pretend not to see

the scars that you gave us.

IV.

Then there’s the truth.

and it strikes with sharpness.

Those tiny little shards of glass

cut, ever so subtly, 

but nonetheless,

pain trickles out.

The verdict:

Illness.

*I wrote this in about 8 minutes and couldn’t see half of it because tears make things really cloudy, so here it is.*

— 1 week ago with 2 notes
#its been a long time  #poetry  #yikes 
Things about my life lately
  • My extended family is really loud, and I’m not. oddball 
  • Family drama and unresolved things suck.
  • I’ve had really vivid, detailed strings of dreams with a common theme. I don’t usually remember very many dreams, but when I do they seem to be important.
  • I learned to drive a stick shift, but as usual, I lack confidence in my abilities. So, terrified and stressed and frustrated driver.
  • My vision is getting fuzzy and I need to see an eye doctor. 
  • When I get frustrated, I cry.
  • I have cried a lot over the past week.
  • I think I’m mad at God
  • My future is stressing me out.
  • Maybe I should start by turning in all the homework I had due a month ago. (which also happens to be stressing me out)
  • boys.
— 1 week ago
#because I am a lazy potato and I refuse to journal  #potato  #personal 
swiggityswackpaintitblack:

homestuckcrockpot:

funfrom4chan:

To Infinity

why does this have more notes

i fucking

swiggityswackpaintitblack:

homestuckcrockpot:

funfrom4chan:

To Infinity

why does this have more notes

i fucking

(Source: givemeinternet, via wakeohsleeper)

— 1 week ago with 984535 notes
"I am free and that is why I am lost."
Franz Kafka  (via thenocturnals)

(Source: theunquotables, via herearemyramblings)

— 1 week ago with 23182 notes
humansofnewyork:

"We’ve been friends for 43 years. Every few years, we meet for a few hours, and pick right back up."

humansofnewyork:

"We’ve been friends for 43 years. Every few years, we meet for a few hours, and pick right back up."

— 1 week ago with 10583 notes
fkuribrena:

joe-bellamy:

Joe is very quick to remind me to get my shit together when I’m riding like a sack of potatoes.

A man can fail many times, but he isn’t a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.—John Burroughs #Quote

fkuribrena:

joe-bellamy:

Joe is very quick to remind me to get my shit together when I’m riding like a sack of potatoes.

A man can fail many times, but he isn’t a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.
—John Burroughs #Quote

— 2 weeks ago with 102 notes
After I do something really embarrassing

whatshouldwecallme:

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That one time I got stuck in a door hanging only by my backpack strapped on to my back.

— 2 weeks ago with 1093 notes
"You’ll walk a city street that your feet have never touched before and you’ll be terrified of getting lost and that feeling is what’ll help you find the way home."
Azra Tabassum (via larmoyante)

(via alonesomes)

— 2 weeks ago with 5649 notes

BrazilvsGermany

Brazil:I just came out here to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now.
Germany:
— 2 weeks ago with 4 notes
#brazil vs Germany  #brazil  #germany  #soccer  #World Cup  #rio de janeiro