Sky is falling, voices crying out in desperation..


"And just when the caterpillar thought her life was ending, she turned into a butterfly."
--Unknown


Hiiiiiii! My name is Bethany. I love music, my friends, my mom, and life (even if sometimes it doesn't seem like it). I come here to vent mostly, but I'm going to try and be more positive this year :)

1. Lay on the floor of your shower until you can breathe again. Water will always love to love your skin.

2. Start writing with the intention of filling up one page. Write until your pen stops working.

3. Reread a book that once made you cry. Learn something new on every page. Notice how different chapter make you sad. Notice how the book didn’t change and grow; you did.

4. Sleep with your windows open. You can hear both the rain and boys drunkenly singing Frank Sinatra on their deck. Both are equally good.

5. Don’t forget that honey will always taste sweet, but the best way to eat it is off your fingers, laughing.

6. Remember that, sometimes, getting out of bed is enough.

—  For unhappy girls who like sitting in the sun (h.f.j.)

There are going to be too any things I want to reblog since I haven’t been on in forever…

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ladyinterior:

Mini Style Hacker

OMG. this is adorable.

I love you” means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you even when you’re in a bad mood, or too tired to do the things I want to do. It means loving you when you’re down, not just when you’re fun to be with. “I love you” means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping you feel the same way for me.
— Jonathan Safran Foer (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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Trying to not allow a guy be the reason that I feel happy lately… I just can’t help it :)

thewescoast:


spriit:

lemonyfricket:

internet-legend:

thatfunnygarrettguy:

Jesus Christ what just happened.

look at different people each time tho

#is this problem sleuth

sHE THREW A BABY

I’ve been watching his for the past 5 minutes


the guy on the phone JUMPED OUT THE WINDOW

thewescoast:

spriit:

lemonyfricket:

internet-legend:

thatfunnygarrettguy:

Jesus Christ what just happened.

look at different people each time tho

sHE THREW A BABY

I’ve been watching his for the past 5 minutes

the guy on the phone JUMPED OUT THE WINDOW

Source: raulpax

I love this.

I love this.

yanilavigne:

More?

This.

yanilavigne:

More?

This.

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merrymalthus:

quietlittleplaces:

 I took this picture cause I knew this story was tumblr worthy.
So I had been sitting in my big white van behind the lowell building, not going to class, and staring happily at a brick wall.
out of the corner of my eye, i notice a man coming up the alley, slow down a little past the car, but ultimately keep going.
the term ‘weirdo’ passed my mind, and I locked the doors even though any actual threat was minimal, and soon I was staring at the wall again.
Not less than 5 minutes later I heard a knocking at the passenger side window. I look over, and it’s the same weirdo who walked by the car before; Except now he looked particularly nervous and had his nose pressed against the glass.
I should mention that I never felt particularly frightened of this man. he was quite skinny, and seemed extremely skittish and fearful both when I saw him starting up the alley, and now, as he knocked.
Anyway, I rolled down the window slightly and asked “can I help you?” with one eyebrow raised and a general look of confusion.
he gestured at me with his chin, and said with an equally confused tone “you…eh…you…sex?”
We had a moment of silence.
Eyebrow still raised, and before I knew what was coming out of my mouth, I raised both my hands, shook my head and said “I’m wearing mittens”.
He immediately started shaking his head up and down as if he understood, and practically started sprinting away.
I lowered my hands after a minute and I….
what…
I can’t tell which is funnier: The fact that this strange man thought I was some sort of portable hooker, parking my van behind churches and waiting for patrons, or that my proof against being a hooker was the fact that I was wearing mittens.

this is one of the strangest interactions between two confused human beings i’ve ever heard of

one of the best things I’ve read on the internet in a while. I feel like every time that I wear mittens from now on, I’ll be thinking: “I’m wearing mittens” and hoping that I can respond to someones ridiculous question with that.

merrymalthus:

quietlittleplaces:

 I took this picture cause I knew this story was tumblr worthy.

So I had been sitting in my big white van behind the lowell building, not going to class, and staring happily at a brick wall.

out of the corner of my eye, i notice a man coming up the alley, slow down a little past the car, but ultimately keep going.

the term ‘weirdo’ passed my mind, and I locked the doors even though any actual threat was minimal, and soon I was staring at the wall again.

Not less than 5 minutes later I heard a knocking at the passenger side window. I look over, and it’s the same weirdo who walked by the car before; Except now he looked particularly nervous and had his nose pressed against the glass.

I should mention that I never felt particularly frightened of this man. he was quite skinny, and seemed extremely skittish and fearful both when I saw him starting up the alley, and now, as he knocked.

Anyway, I rolled down the window slightly and asked “can I help you?” with one eyebrow raised and a general look of confusion.

he gestured at me with his chin, and said with an equally confused tone “you…eh…you…sex?”

We had a moment of silence.

Eyebrow still raised, and before I knew what was coming out of my mouth, I raised both my hands, shook my head and said “I’m wearing mittens”.

He immediately started shaking his head up and down as if he understood, and practically started sprinting away.

I lowered my hands after a minute and I….

what…

I can’t tell which is funnier: The fact that this strange man thought I was some sort of portable hooker, parking my van behind churches and waiting for patrons, or that my proof against being a hooker was the fact that I was wearing mittens.

this is one of the strangest interactions between two confused human beings i’ve ever heard of

one of the best things I’ve read on the internet in a while. I feel like every time that I wear mittens from now on, I’ll be thinking: “I’m wearing mittens”
 and hoping that I can respond to someones ridiculous question with that.

Source: kissing-carrion

This week is stupid.

babyjemm:

Flightless Bird, American Mouth | Iron & Wine

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