In response to people who claim to have more life experience than another person as an excuse of “knowing better/more”:
Just because someone has slept around with a lot of people, doesn’t mean that they’re good at sex.
Justin Bartels - Impression (2012)
I can’t not reblog this.
This is the best thing on the Internet. We undress everyday and it shows us how confined we are. Those imprints show how uncomfortable we are throughout each day just to impress other people. We create prisons in our own clothes. We are a prisoner in a socially constructed idea of what is beautiful.
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For INFJs, ‘still waters run deep.’ They tend to become attracted to someone special and prefer this one deep relationship over many superficial ones. The depth of involvement and feeling that the INFJ has toward loved ones is only partially communicated outward. At times,…
LOVE IS: The quest for, above all else, a soul-mate. INFJs are interested only in the perfect relationship.
FALLS IN LOVE: Slowly. With their head first and then with all their heart. INFJs have a depth of caring not usually found in others.
FALLS OUT OF LOVE: Can leave a…
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After all this research, we might just know nothing and are still wondering
And tonight I find myself again,
Laying in bed,
Who am I?
Let me spread this
Hold me close and hold me fast
This magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose
When you kiss me heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose
When you press me to your heart
I’m in a world apart
A world where roses bloom
And when you speak angels sing from above
Everyday words seem to turn into love songs
Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be
La vie en rose
“A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for who we’re pretending to be. Each unveils the best…
Everything that has a beginning, has an ending. When it all ends, there’s a new beginning.
Sometimes our past is distorted by our present.
There was a mountain,
A small village lived on its windward side,
Where the clouds hovered all day.
There was a boy who grew up in that small village,
"It’s always cloudy outside,"
"It’s always so dark. I think I’ll stay inside."
This was routine to him.
Everyday, he’d look up and see grey.
He’d rationalize a reason to stay
Within the closed doors of his home,
Where he’d wonder if there was another place,
Where there were sunny skies all day.
His friend lived in the same village.
She was tired of the dark.
One day, she decided to go on an adventure.
She climbed the mountain,
As she got closer to the top,
As she climbed and climbed,
The path began to illuminate,
More and more.
"It was always sunny!" she realized.
She looked down to her village,
Saw the little dark patch created by the mountain’s clouds
And the mountain’s shadow.
She went back to her village and told everyone,
"We don’t have to live in darkness!" she’d say.
The people shunned her,
Did not believe her,
They only believed in one way.
She turned to the boy and said,
"Come with me. I’ll show you."
He objected and rationalized that it wasn’t worth it.
She left one night and decided to live
On the sunnier side.
He sat at home,
Behind closed doors,
Looking up at the clouds,
And thought to himself,
"It’s impossible for there to be a sunny day."