Remembering life is like looking at a puzzle. Each piece- each scene, event, person, feeling- is whole, but separate from every other piece. I can't understand how they all fit together. Which pieces form the corners, the sky or the logo on the very bottom right. Each instant is purely self-contained. My life is lived, puzzle piece to puzzle piece, not knowing where each goes in the grand scheme of the larger puzzle.
This is mostly a scrapbook of reblogs. All pieces of other peoples puzzles. You can find some of my writing here:
sinking sands
mine
we felt alive
the letter F
confession
Tattoo aftercare products make me laugh. They’re like novelty items. It’s called -minimal-Aquaphor, soap, and water.
OMG AQUAPHORE IS LIKE JESUS IN A SKIN CARE PRODUCT.
(Source: san-antonio-rose, via thepiratesmeow)
tumblr is probably the only place where people have to come out as straight
true story.
(via manboobmaiden)
STOP USING THE PENTAGRAM/PENTACLE AS IF IT WERE A SYMBOL FOR SATANISM. IT’S NOT, OKAY? IT’S NOT. READ A BOOK.
(Source: robintheshrew)
I’m also outdoorsy in that I like to be out doors, period. But this is still made of win.
(via intheseaa)
Reblog this if you AREN’T homophobic.
Just want to see how many of my followers actually reblog this.
IT’S OKAY
TO BE GAY
I WON’T MIND
IF YOU LIKE YOUR KIND
IT’S OKAY
TO BE GAY
I’D STILL LOVE YOU
AND OTHERS WILL TOO
people are fine by me.
everyone should reblog this
I really love the amount of rainbows in this post.
all these gifs are just o;shego;aeg
(Source: insidemyrainboweyes, via dangerhamster)
When my baby Li was really young, I used to call her the vampire kitten of doom…
(Source: foreveralonecatlovers, via trashedclass)
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
