a blog not about socks

83497

zanetheaiden:

zanetheaiden:

date a boy with nice cheek bones

date a boy who has a good taste in clothes

date a boy with a great laugh

date a boy who’s hoodie you can borrow

date a boy with fantastic collarbones

date a boy who smiles constantly

date a boy with arms like damn

image

(via shingekinogf)

112996

doctorwhothefuckareyou:

kailivesinabox:

in french we don’t say “i love you”, we say “vous recevez une heure supplémentaire dans la piscine à balles” which roughly translates to “you are my sun, my stars, my everything” and i think that’s beautiful

image

image

um 

(Source: average-kai, via shingekinogf)

2016

almost. so. close. one more month! c’mon sweather weather. 

almost. so. close. one more month! c’mon sweather weather. 

(Source: 500px.com, via wispsintheforest)

6

"Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him. He is just as good as ever."

Stepping Heavenward (via swallowedupbylife)

Ever since I heard this song when I was 15, I feel in love with the Crash. I can still earnestly say they are in my top 3 for life. I don’t listen to them much anymore, seeing they disbanded in the early 2000’s, but this song always cheers me up. It’s like all the warm parts of high school and discovering music all crams into my heart and I just want to belt out the whole thing. 

(Source: Spotify)

2

Palms a-sweatin, hearts a-poundin

Life is rolling in quick time now. Student loans coming in, employment opportunities expanding, and a flight to Colombia in January. 

Check. 

3


49 Plays

mytubesocks:

"Twenty-Two"- Wakey!Wakey!

I have waited 5 years for this moment. For the day I could play this song on my birthday. 5 years guys. Every passing birthday, I counted down. I remember hearing it in high school, when I was just starting to get into Indie music. I downloaded a mixtape off of the internet for summer indie jams, and Twenty-Two was my favorite. I remember my 17 year old self swearing I would play it on my 22nd birthday. Honestly, I had forgotten other things related to my birthday because all I could think about was how satisfying this moment will be once I hit play. This. Moment.

So get out of my way, T Swift. I have a 5 year dream to fulfill. 

I guess you know why they’re all looking at you

For me it started when I turned 22…

A heart song.

The Wolves and the Ravens- Rogue Valley

(Source: Spotify)

50395

maxeth:

southpauz:

August 13th was officially the 10th year anniversary of Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, so I felt like it was time to do some fanart.
So here’s 18 year-old Mac picking up Bloo after school to hang out.

10TH YEAR ANNIVERSARY???

maxeth:

southpauz:

August 13th was officially the 10th year anniversary of Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, so I felt like it was time to do some fanart.

So here’s 18 year-old Mac picking up Bloo after school to hang out.

10TH YEAR ANNIVERSARY???

(via wispsintheforest)

1270

Anonymous said: Tell me a funny story

bewbin:

The high school education system is great and really teaches you valuable skills you will need for college and the rest of your life

4

Taunting me. 
Every time I look to my left while I use my laptop on my computer desk, my backpack taunts me. I began to notice its presence a few weeks ago, when I finally moved everything back into my room. At first, it was a small peek out of my peripheral vision. Guiltiness, it made me feel. The red color pops into my eyesight for the exact reason why I chose a red backpack. Later on, I would lay down in bed and let out a longing sigh when I turned off my lights to go to sleep. Its slouching figure was the last waking thing I saw. And slowly, but powerfully, the longing sigh from my pillows, from my desk chair, have transformed into a dull ache in my heart. A representation of every opportunity I seemed to have missed in the past few months. A symbol of adventures I must go on. A promise to myself to persevere. I haven’t shaken off the excitement of having a degree in a field of study I am passionate in. I am pained every day that I am not using this excitement to find new ways to find clean water for impoverished villages, new methods to improve public health, efficient plans to build sustainable schools. Instead I am stuck, with the drive of a race horse, in a little suburb, just wishing, Dear World, just give me a chance, I swear! We can make changes that will save lives, dang it! But yet, while I may be tempted to feel self pity that I have not yet received the ‘right’ to a glistening IA future, I am reminded continually that I will not find satisfaction in this life. The Lord is my satisfaction, and I must learn daily to lean heavily upon Christ, as my crutch. He is all I need, because He is all I have. Let everything be dust and ashes. He is my joy yesterday, today, and tomorrow. And this means a lot because I have near nothing in my day to day that gives me joy. I can’t remember a time in my life I’ve ever felt so unfulfilled. So dissatisfied. So unchallenged. So frustrated at myself. So unsure. I am not sad though. I am encouraged day by day that the race is based on endurance. I must take every day slowly. Finding gratitude, finding a quiet desire to learn to be patient with all around me, finding strength in the Lord to remain undiscouraged. The Lord is uncovering indwelling sin in my life that I must repent of, and for that, I am grateful. So for now, I am given no choice except to breathe slowly everyday, in and out. 

Taunting me. 

Every time I look to my left while I use my laptop on my computer desk, my backpack taunts me. I began to notice its presence a few weeks ago, when I finally moved everything back into my room. At first, it was a small peek out of my peripheral vision. Guiltiness, it made me feel. The red color pops into my eyesight for the exact reason why I chose a red backpack. Later on, I would lay down in bed and let out a longing sigh when I turned off my lights to go to sleep. Its slouching figure was the last waking thing I saw. And slowly, but powerfully, the longing sigh from my pillows, from my desk chair, have transformed into a dull ache in my heart. A representation of every opportunity I seemed to have missed in the past few months. A symbol of adventures I must go on. A promise to myself to persevere. I haven’t shaken off the excitement of having a degree in a field of study I am passionate in. I am pained every day that I am not using this excitement to find new ways to find clean water for impoverished villages, new methods to improve public health, efficient plans to build sustainable schools. Instead I am stuck, with the drive of a race horse, in a little suburb, just wishing, Dear World, just give me a chance, I swear! We can make changes that will save lives, dang it! 

But yet, while I may be tempted to feel self pity that I have not yet received the ‘right’ to a glistening IA future, I am reminded continually that I will not find satisfaction in this life. The Lord is my satisfaction, and I must learn daily to lean heavily upon Christ, as my crutch. He is all I need, because He is all I have. Let everything be dust and ashes. He is my joy yesterday, today, and tomorrow. And this means a lot because I have near nothing in my day to day that gives me joy. I can’t remember a time in my life I’ve ever felt so unfulfilled. So dissatisfied. So unchallenged. So frustrated at myself. So unsure. I am not sad though. I am encouraged day by day that the race is based on endurance. I must take every day slowly. Finding gratitude, finding a quiet desire to learn to be patient with all around me, finding strength in the Lord to remain undiscouraged. The Lord is uncovering indwelling sin in my life that I must repent of, and for that, I am grateful. So for now, I am given no choice except to breathe slowly everyday, in and out. 

21197