2. "My problem was that no one ever needed me as much as I needed them."
    —  (58/365) by (KJ)

    (Source: kjpoems, via buildabutt)

  3. "I look around and you know what I see? Losers.
            But life’s giving us a chance.”


    (Source: peterquill, via potter-merlin)

  5. ramis17:

    Remember this tip everybody.

  6. weeping-angels-take-the-ponds:










    If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?

    lol yes, so then i can shave.

         One minute, 37 seconds.
         My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
         One minute, 29 secods.
         I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
         One minute, six seconds.
         Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
          54 seconds.
         Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
         30 seconds.
         Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
         25 seconds.
         That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
         20 seconds.
         I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
         19. Faster.
         18. Quicker.
         17. More rapid.
         16.  It’s racing.
         Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
         My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
         10 seconds.
         The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
         5. My heart has given up entirely.
         4. I stop walking.
         3. Just waiting left.
         2. Everything is about to change.
         1. Deep breath.

         0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s

         Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
         “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
         As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

    “Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 

    Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark

    19 seconds

    18 seconds

    Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 

    10 seconds

    9 seconds

    A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”

    I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 

    “I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

     I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something.
     ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her.
     ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds.
     She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds.
     ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere.

     The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old. 
     I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace.

     I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.

     Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief.
     ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art.
     4 seconds
     He spots her.
     3 seconds
     His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope.
     2 seconds
     My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him.
     1 second -
     ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.

     I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.

     I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 

     The numbers have never changed.

     They’ve always been at 0.

    Oh my god that last one…. My heart… The feels….


    this is beautiful and everyone needs to read it

    i hate you tumblr, fucking breaking my goddamn heart

    Then, one day, you’re having dinner with a friend you’ve known for as long as you can remember (or perhaps a friend of the family), and you finally talk to them about your counter. You’re crying, explaining that it’s always been at 0, and so you must not have a soul-mate.

    Their eyes widen. Tears begin to form, and they throw their arms around you.

    "Mine has always been at 0 too."

    And that’s when you know…

    10 seconds: the doorbell rings, i get out of my chair

    5 seconds: i give the man my money

    0 seconds: i open the box. it is the most glorious pizza i have ever seen in my life.

    Just imagine that when you’re just starting kindergarten and they teach you about the time on your wrist, and you raise your hand in confusion and say “Mine isn’t working.” and one other kid says “Mine too.” And it’s the first kid you met on the first day of school. And your teacher just smiles at you two and you just sit there, young and confused until it sinks in a bit later.

    (Source: illness-and-instruments, via buildabutt)

  7. gaywrites:

    In loving memory of an incredible talent, a brilliant comedian, and a genuinely good human being. Robin, you’ll be missed.

    If you or someone you know needs help, please call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255. You are worth it. 

  8. notthedisneyyourelookingfor:

    I’m still in disbelief…

    (via insecure-marcher)


  9. midstorm:

    I think understand why Robin Williams’ death is hitting us all so hard.


    He played these legendary, larger than life characters like the Genie, Mrs. Doubtfire and Peter Pan.

    There was never a time in our lives when he wasn’t on our TV screens and in the theaters.


    But even though he has physically left this earth, he isn’t gone. As long as we keep watching his films and introduce his work to the next generation, he will always be making the world laugh.

    (via insecure-marcher)

  10. food-is-glorious:


    Stop The Beauty Madness is a series of 25 advertisements branded with honest messages that highlight the true “madness” involved in creating and meeting beauty standards. Rice, an author and the founder of Be Who You Are Productions, started the campaign to challenge an internalized belief that a woman’s beauty determines her value.

    Have a good look here- X

    these are beautiful

    (via insecure-marcher)


  11. iwillbeatbpd:

    Fuck yeah to the kids who feel like they’re dying inside but still gather up the strength to roll out of bed, get dressed, and leave the house. You are strong and beautiful and worth so much more than you know. 

    (via insecure-marcher)


  13. orcasoup:


    did you know that the cast and crew of the movie Jaws became horrified at the results of their movie? fucking horrified at the mass hysteria they had caused

    not only that, peter benchley regretted writing the original novel right up until his death, and spent his final years trying to raise awareness and reverse the impact jaws had on people’s perception of sharks, which his wife continues today

    (via potter-merlin)


  14. noelanilalin:




    What if colleges only made you pay the percentage of tuition that you failed, so if you got an average of 86 for the year you’d only have to pay 14% of the tuition, but if you got a 94 then it’d only be 6%. That way we’d be rewarding the success and even if you flunked the semester, you still wouldn’t have to pay for ALL of the tuition

    You are the future. 

    Please run for president

    that would actually be amazing

    (via flowersandanxiety)

  15. iamasorcererihavemagic:

    First and last lines of books/series

    (via john-green-randomness)