when i think happy i dont think sunny days, i never have,
when i think happy i think, that time we got caught in the rain,
t shirts stuck to our skin like paper mâché
do you remember how we laughed?
when i think happy i think laughing with you,
i think of the way we laughed so hard i swear i felt our bellies smile at one another,
the way we swallowed our tears whole,
isn’t it funny how they only taste salty when we’re sad?
when i think happy i think sleepovers,
the way you wake up in the night and kiss me as if it weren’t even something you think about,
like rolling over, or scratching your arm, or flipping your pillow,
you leave kisses on my body like clockwork,
how fond I’ve become of your ticking.

and when people ask me what makes me happy I can’t help but think of your 12:30 am phone calls, I can’t sleep, do you wanna go catch a movie? you ask, late night car rides, driving too fast, stopping at red lights only to kiss, windows open and cold air, stinging my face like little bees, smiling at you from the passenger seat until you notice the way I can’t stop staring, that moment seduces me the way no touch ever could. so if someone asks me what happiness feels like, I’d tell them it feels like home, it feels like perfect lighting and a good book, it feels warm in my belly like hot chocolate that’s not hot enough to burn my tongue, happiness feels like raindrops on my cheeks, like honey in my tea, like waking up at 3am and listening to the silence of the highway, knowing that maybe you’re doing the same thing in your bed, happiness feels like you.

(Source: hedonisticbitch)

thirtyfivef2:

"God damn it, there are nice things in the world - and I mean nice things. We’re all such morons to get so sidetracked." — J.D. Salinger, Franny & Zooey
aseaofquotes:

Paul Schmidtberger, Design Flaws of the Human Condition
How I’ve been feeling lately

Although I am a person who always tries to respect everyone and their opinions and beliefs and whatnot, I’ve definitely been frustrated at the ignorance of so many people at school. I’m a pretty nice person, but I’m not going to tiptoe around people because they are extra sensitive. In the same way, my college is like an outside extension of tumblr. While the openness, and acceptance is brilliant and should definitely be spread outside tumblr, and outside my school, people are seemingly fucking blind to the real world. Because outside of our college, it’s gonna be rare to find people who give a fuck that you’re constantly offended. Nobody fucking cares. And while I will always be a person who is constantly trying to better myself and my understanding and acceptance of everybody no matter what, not everyone is like that. In fact, most people aren’t. When you’re begging to be offended before someone even speaks you have to know that you are not helping your cause. And when college is over, your overly sensitive attitudes will get you absolutely no where. If you wanna take one step in this world and make even the slightest impact you need to grow a fucking backbone and get over it. With this attitude I’m considered the “bitch” the “always angry” one. If I’m an angry bitch so be it, but I’ll never expect people to walk on eggshells around me and at least I know that when college is over I won’t be expecting anyone to cater to me.

visualgraphc:

Circulation’s - Jerry Washington
I’m not looking for a pretty picture. I like these extra lines and eraser marks, that’s the stuff I like. What’s pretty to me is when it’s been through hell and back.
My drawing teacher during critique today

hiimwaverly said: Wow your eyes are so pretty!

yo thank u


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