“There are certain emotions in your body that not even your best friend can sympathize with, but you will find the right film or the right book, and it will understand you. ~ Björk (via casinegro) (via gatekeeper)
Liberty or Death
*My heart is strong but not very smart.*I always get back up.
*Broken people are a beautiful thing.
*I like my music LOUD and my friends louder.
*I LOVE the feeling of falling in love with the same person all over again.
*People come and go...and I think that's crap. I hate saying goodbye no matter what the reason.
*My son makes my heart melt a hundred times a day.
*Clothes annoy me. So do slow people driving in the fast lane, 'holier than thou' people, blatant hypocrisy, someone sleeping on my couch, and a million other stupid things and people :)
*I'm OCD but I love the mess children bring.
*I can organize anything but I refuse to schedule.
Talk to Me
Submissions
Facebook Me
Other Blog
Yahoo: jaredr00
I Follow
Love is universal migraine, A bright stain on the vision blotting out reason. Symptoms of true love are leanness, jealousy, laggard dawns; Are omens and nightmares - Listening for a knock, Waiting for a sign: For a touch of her fingers in a darkened room, For a searching look. Take courage, lover! Could you endure such pain at any hand but hers?
acidfields:(via nostalgicdreams)
“I have this theory that the more important and intimate the emotion, the fewer the words are required to express it. For instance, in dating, “Will you go out with me?” Six words. “I think I care for you.” Five words. “You matter to me.” Four words. “I love you.” Three words. “Marry me.” Two words. So what’s left? What’s the most important and intimate word you can ever say to somebody? It’s “goodbye. ~ J. Michael Straczynski (via gatekeeper) (via chingaling)
REBLOG IF… you built forts out of blankets and pillows when you were a kid.
All the time.(via IDoThatToo)
BodhGaya, India, Buddha statue with cobra, by Saurabh C.
“I thought I loved you,” Angel said. “That was very stupid of me, I confused desire with love—and ended up with neither. Elizabeth Lowell, A Woman Without Lies (via pavkah)
Dear non-curly haired people of the world,
I really appreciate all the enthusiasm you show me and my hair. Its sweet really, but I’m going to have to ask you to refrain from raking your hands through my freshly washed hair. Clearly it’s still wet and the curls are still forming. I’d appreciate it if you kept your hands on your person and away from my head. Curly hair is a science and it’s taken me a very long time to get it right. Even when its already dried the slightest amount of friction can cause frizz and I’m trying to maintain a frizz free life.
It is not a pet, nor a weave, or your personal play thing. So please keep your hands out of my hair and send my hair verbal comments. It can hear you just fine with the touchThanks,
TheMngmntThank you!!!
“Mahatma Gandhi on Homosexuality”
Two gay Englishmen came to Gandhi in the 1930s and asked him what he thought of their relationship.
The Mahatma asked some questions and for a short time fell silent.
Then he said, “The greatest gift God gives us is another person to love.”
Placing the hands of each man in the other’s, he quietly and with a smile asked, “Who are we to question God’s choice?”
:D
:D:D:D!!!
=D thats so awesome