it feels nice not to be changing my hair all the time, it feels nice for people to recognize me more, it feels like i know who i am and what i want to look like better

plain-flavoured-english:

Your purpose in life is not to love yourself but to love being yourself.

If you goal is to love yourself, then your focus is directed inward toward yourself, and you end up constantly watching yourself from the outside, disconnected, trying to summon the “correct” feelings towards yourself or fashion yourself into something you can approve of.

If your goal is to love being yourself, then your focus is directed outward towards life, on living and making decisions based on what brings you pleasure and fulfillment.

Be the subject, not the object. It doesn’t matter what you think of yourself. You are experiencing life. Life is not experiencing you.

(via qcumbersome)

Anonymous asked: Preferred pronouns?

wouldyoulovemeforevereverbaby:

dont talk about me

eyemeir:

wonem:

you know how theres an official government office of preserving the french language? my life mission is to found a counter-organization to that, formally devoted to degrading and destroying the french language by any available means of psychological and cultural warfare

I found the funniest reply to this

(via drunkpunkmonk)

i feel so lonely :( :( :( :( :( 

maybe i’ll never find anyone again who wants to see me more often than once every 2 weeks

A dream that im getting sick and cant stop it, having to remind myself at 4am that its just a dream

Waking up at 8am yearning to tell you that i love you

ecrituria:

“The event of reading, like the event of loving, is singular. Just as our love for another creates a new reality as it unfolds, each reading of a particular text makes us lovers without precedent. Reading creates in us new ways of loving, and thus new ways of being. Or it can. In order for a book to work on us this way, we have to open ourselves up to an intentionality and signifying practice that originates outside our own ‘egological sphere’ (EP 102). Because we cannot anticipate the way we will be changed by an event of reading, we commit ourselves first to the act of surrender itself and, through that surrender of our own intentionality, find ourselves remade.”

— Cassandra Falke, The Phenomenology of Love and Reading (via ecrituria)

(via m4rinella)

ethicallyambiguous:

You know that picture of Justin Bieber where someone is thirsting after him and a person replies “you can find three dudes who look exactly like this at any gas station” that’s how I feel whenever any of you post about Timothée Chalamet except replace gas station with 100-level philosophy course

(Source: flowerinaflame, via sapplings)