"There's something to be said about a glass half full. About knowing when to say when. I think it's a floating line. A barometer of need and desire. It's entirely up to the individual. And depends on what's being poured. Sometimes all we want is a taste. Other times there's no such thing as enough, the glass is bottomless. And all we want, is more."
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Clever Illustrations by Fulvio Obregon Place Celebrities Next to their Young Selves
Colombian artist Fulvio Obregon’s playful series Me & My Other Me places pop culture icons next to their young selves. Featuring stars, such as Michael Jackson, Paul McCartney and Steve Jobs, the before and after portraits are amusing. We see a physical transformation as well as a style one. With the exception of Michael Jackson, the younger figures seem like a grungier version of the celebrities.
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my roommate brendon urie
me: hey brendon do you mind picking up some toilet paper while you're out?
brendon: i already did bro. i even bought some of those greektown gyro flavored lays that you like. also i saw the dishes were stacked a little high and i went ahead and took care of them for you. i love you and care for you
me, crying: you shelter me
brendon, nodding gently: i shelter you
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This is a Stupidly Happy Comic About the Very Real Pain of Heartbreak
Imagine a box.
It’s sturdy and strong, just like it should be.
Imagine that your relationship was like that box.
Sturdy and strong, and bright with hope.
You’re both giving 100% of yourselves, working in sync to make it great.
For a while, you’re really, really happy.
Nothing can go wrong.
Till it does.
Keep reading
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im horny but like… horny for a successful future full of happiness and satisfaction with the person ive become
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forget summer, her long feet dangling from the bed ,
your energy as one -
it’s not like she’s going to stay .
Admire from afar, and gently slip away
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there is sunshine behind the closed eyelids , a display of unadulterated joy .
i can’t filter this happiness, not in its natural setting.
I've fallen in love with you, good god.
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break down my wall.
it would look good in a self-help book.
it certainly does when you mention it -
Let their fingers tighten around you
let them reshape and adjust you.
i suppose you thought you might be inclined
to drink red wine, and give me some time.
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Long December.
The cloud of dissipation never disappoints, the air saturated with the stink of human waste. It's early.
I am fortunate to have the comforts of a warm office, working a customer service job during the holidays, while a huge storm lay waste to our power lines. My commute buddy and I jumped over puddles on our way back, and he jokes about throwing me into the water.
Liking him means breaking all the rules.
I'm stuck on this good feeling for a while, though.
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i hope the rest of you out there play it safe.
it is often a nutshell at end of the year.
Appreciate your accumulation of material things and get accustomed to bright lights for a while.
love more.
there, i said it.
x
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"Occasionally, I'm callous and strange."
-Willow, BTVS, Season 3, The Zeppo
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Full circle
Tonight was my turn to ask questions.
You either feel something or you don't. Communication shouldn't be this hard.
I just want to cuddle with you and watch movies. All that stupid, sappy shit we were already doing.
Shame on me for wanting to label things.
(PS - in german we call you korinthenkacker)
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Chris Pureka
I pushed it hard, that goddamn wrecking ball, and I waited for the weight to swing around but it never did. And the crows they fell around my eyes and still no sign of that ball and chain. I pushed it hard, that goddamn wrecking ball. What kind of pendulum never comes back home? You start to miss it some. The way you miss the rain, the way you miss the fighting when the war is won... But what I miss the most is knowing just exactly where it hurts, is knowing just exactly what is wrong. And what I want, and what I want... I miss the ghost trees, the weary midnight drives, the taste of loneliness in the air beyond the towns. I miss the resonance of those trigger words, that crazy one track mind. Sometimes I miss the cold... But what I miss the most is knowing just exactly where it hurts, is knowing just exactly what is wrong. And what I want, and what I want... I'm remembering the sunlight coming down in shades of blue, the sorrow of the aftermath tightening the noose. I'm thinking of the night that all the lights went out, and how I learned to see in the dark, in the dark, in the dark... I pushed it hard, that goddamn wrecking ball. What kind of pendulum never comes back home?
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