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poisonivydesigns:

trashylittlefuck:

women are considered fragile but I’ve never seen anything as easily wounded as a man’s ego

Me either!

With all in the world going on around us, sometimes we find it difficult to just take a step back and feel the grass between our toes, listen to the little birdies fly, or even tell the ones we hold most dear that we love them.  Sometimes we forget what we have, sometimes we forget that we have it made, sometimes we forget that good enough is actually more than we ever wanted before.
Learning and growing and hurting and laughing are all different parts to the same whole.  We live and we breathe every day to achieve some unachievable goal of ‘happiness’.  While at that same time, even that same moment, happiness is surrounding you; In a kiss from a lover, a hug from a mother, a beam of sunlight warming your skin after a long-long winter.  When was the last time you looked at the sky and just smiled and remembered a memory lost in a sea of rivers of ponds of streams of time? One that was pure and honest, filled with laughter and joy.  Who were you with? You’re best friend, a group of then strangers, your family, your other half? Because, to be honest, you probably weren’t in that memory by yourself.  Someone may be looking into that same blue sky and be remembering that memory lost in a sea of rivers of ponds of streams of time.  Thinking how they haven’t heard from you in a while, maybe you had a fight, or you moved away, or your relationship just started to decay.  Perhaps they await for you to show up on their doorstep once more, fly out on the road going who knows where doing who knows what.  Creating another memory to flow in that sea, through that river, into that pond, and ending,simply, in the most precious part of that stream.  That stream that holds the most dear memories, the ones that give them hope in this world, the ones that they remember with you, the ones that you share.
Now, this connection isn’t to be taken lightly.  Think about it.  You share something pure, honest, joyful, wonderful with someone out there in this world.  You have a bond stronger than any one physical element; a memory.  
Not to scare you, but even this unbreakable link can be taken away in a heartbeat.  That memory erased forever.  That person that is looking into that blue sky, holding that sweet sweet gemstone, can have their sky turned to dirt, their heartbeat go cold, and that connection then needs to be carried on by only half of the equation.  
When was the last time you had spoken?  Did you fight, forgive, laugh, make plans, tell them the truth; how about did you tell them you loved them?  Did you tell them you couldn’t wait to see them soon and that they were important?  
Because no matter what you think, no matter what happened, they are.  They hold a piece of you, and you a piece of them.  One kind word can lead to another.
Regret is something you never want, and fortunately, in this case, it is completely avoidable.  Just don’t forget your directions in that sea, down that river, in that pond, and into that wonderful stream that is you.

-CMF 4/22/1

ivvrite:

the best metaphor posts I’ve seen so far

(via ruinedchildhood)

charamath:

And here is the first compilation of my ‘Yzma is Best Princess’ series.  I meant to do it when I completed 10, but people wanted a compilation, apparently.  So here is the first 8.  It’s been a wild ride so far and I’ve still got several more to go >.>

Watercolors, ink and digital outline.

(via andthisiswhereifind)

thecubanale:

0pirate:

yilisatlas:

bye

she went to a better place


Idk the ceiling fan might bit be unwelcoming xD

thecubanale:

0pirate:

yilisatlas:

bye

she went to a better place

Idk the ceiling fan might bit be unwelcoming xD

(via nopantsparade)

thedappertimelord:

hotgamerchic:

clara-twice-dead:


songofages:

Why do I feel like it was the Doctor that wrote the Chicken Dance and really really regrets it?


headcanon accepted.

^This

“It was a mistake! A horrible, horrible mistake that involved a lot of colourful cocktails and a drunken brass band.”

thedappertimelord:

hotgamerchic:

clara-twice-dead:

songofages:

Why do I feel like it was the Doctor that wrote the Chicken Dance and really really regrets it?

headcanon accepted.

^This

“It was a mistake! A horrible, horrible mistake that involved a lot of colourful cocktails and a drunken brass band.”

(via itsgonnabeathing)

turklet:

i currently have a crush on 94 people at the same time 

(via inoticeyoureanerdfighter)