r u ever like damn i hate my body but then ur like life is an illusion i’m floatin around on a rock trapped in an orbit around a ball of flame in a vast & largely unknown universe where death is unescapable who gives a shit ???
thought i was over my emo phase at age 13 but it seems to be at its climatic peak right now
So we have an Italian exchange student at our school. And he and I were hanging out and he saw a pony, and he tried to show me but he didn’t know what it was called so he just pointed at it and said “Look, the compressed horse.”
And then he just grinned at his complete understanding of the English language.
this guy knows another language other than his own and you think its hilarious that he doesnt know the word “pony”.
Funny thing is: a pony is called a pony in Italian, as well.via proletarianprincess
Anonymous said: dear shinji, how can I learn to belong to someone else and still belong to myself? whenever I feel a tender curiosity for a boy, I am afraid that I cannot blossom in freedom, that I am not able to deeply connect with other people, and cannot love every person I meet any longer. do you believe that there is a love that does not limit or bind, but liberates? that gives you space without having to step outside of that love? do you believe it to be possible to rise in love, rather than to fall?
baby you don’t belong to anyone but yourself. letting love in and letting love spill from you, being with another human being – once you look at all this with the eyes of sharing instead of giving away then it remains yours. then you remain yours. we need new language to talk about love, a new language that makes it less heavy, more light. less give and take. more of an even osmosis. make sure everyone knows that you’re your own before you’re anyone else’s. protect your autonomy. I don’t believe in any love that feels as if it doesn’t allow rising. we’re just heat, all of us. just heat and heart. don’t let any boy rob you of your dreams and your freedom. it’s not worth it.