Come Hither.

"The reality is you will live up to or down to the standards
of those with whom you spend most of your time,
so make sure they are worth your time."

Till death do us part,




'There are two kind of men,'
said Ka, in a didactic voice.

'The first kind does not fall in love
until he's seen how the girl eats a sandwich,
how she combs her hair,
what sort of nonsense she cares about,
why she's angry at her father,
and what sort of stories people tell about her.

The second type of man — and I am in this category —
can fall in love with a woman
only if he knows next to nothing about her.

{ Snow, Orhan Pamuk }




So stranger, if you're reading this,
let me know, do you belong there,

& what kind of man are you?


>> tell me, maybe i'll call.

One day,

I want to have a white kitten that doesn't scratch.
I want a new dog, a Siberian husky.
I want to feed the strays.
I want you to believe that I can only find joy in animals but not men.
I want you to see that my life isn't all roses and butterflies.
I want you to know that I am a wild spirit.

I want to stay in igloos and build campfires every night.
I want to wear mittens and socks to sleep.
I want to sew a multi-colored quilt that I can snuggle in.
I want to sleep under a starry sky knowing I won't get killed by any man.
I want to live with the wild beasts, having a heart in sync with theirs.
I want to live in a limestone cave, in a tent lit up with jars filled with fireflies.

I want to be a hunter, riding on a lion through the wild lands.
I want to be a daredevil, having the heart to pierce my fallen prey.
I want to just leave everything behind, pack up and leave for the mountains.
I want to just get on a plane and reside in a third world country.

I want to just sit in a cafe built on the ruins of weak walls, writing a book.
I want to capture the faces of people, their emotions, their lives, everything.
I want to help build the ruins of nations with my own two hands.
I want to live with the poor, the homeless, the hopeless.
I want to spend the rest of my life living in mountains and caves.
I want to lie by the riverbanks, and walking through flower fields.
I want to feel at ease with the world.

So one day, I'll disappear from the face of the earth.
And if one day you receive anonymous letters in your mailboxes,
just for that one day, please know that it is me.
Please say you'll remember me.


One day, just let me be.

"you know what my reaction to that gay guy jumping in front of the train was? I just shook my head and thought "Jesus, there are so many valid reasons to kill yourself. Being gay shouldn't be one of them. i'd be a great therapist."

"yeah like if you were born really ugly."

"he didn't even have crippling debt."

"oh. that too."

"i really wouldn't know what to do if i was ugly."

"OH MY GOD I KNOW RIGHT?"

"i think about this alot."




my type of conversations all the time.

Guy on Twitter: YOU ARE EVERYTHING THAT IS WRONG ABOUT THE WORLD

50 Cent: Thanks a lot dick head I'm still rich.




this is how I will end every argument from now on.

I am not a believer in love at first sight.
For love, in its truest form, is not the thing of
starry-eyed or star-crossed lovers,
it is far more organic, requiring nurturing
and time to fully bloom, and, as such,
seen best not in its callow youth
but in its wrinkled maturity.
Like all living things, love, too,
struggles against hardship ...
and how it plays out in the end,
is exactly how well you gave battle.

"Anyway I think I meet him sometime before,
in a different life, or where I record.
I mean he was Adam, I think I was Eve,
but my vision ends with the apple on the tree.

Anyway I think I met him the sky,
when I was a Geisha, he was a Samurai.
Somehow I understood him when he spoke Thai."



'dat nigga muz be from motherland.

Oh, Twitty mad.

Anonymous asked: what would you do if your most loved one has been lying to you all this while

this some trick question, dawg?