Anonymous asked: What's your favorite outfit? Favorite aspect of yourself physical and internal?

I have different outfits I prefer to wear. It really depends on my mood tbh (and the weather)
When it’s cold out I like to wear heavy (preferably oversized) cardigans and sweaters. but when it’s warm out i like dresses because it’s so easy and requires not a lot of effort. but also there’s days where i like shorts and a tanktop! so it depends.

I would have to say internally I love the way I see the best in people. whether it’s a stranger or someone who sees themselves as someone who makes mistake after mistake..I just don’t see that. I see the possibility, i’m living off the reality that they’re meant for so much more. 
and i love my butt tbh

narwhal-noir:

I took my girlfriend to an improv show the other night and during intermission we were passionately arguing over whether half a 5 Hour Energy shot would give you 2.5 hours of energy or 5 hours of half-assed energy so we turned around to ask the opinions of the three people behind us and one of them said “Are all your arguments like this because we heard you in the lobby earlier fighting over the right way to pronounce ‘egg’?”

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We’re going to get married and have babies, and everything will be amazing but don’t think for a second that you won’t be nostalgic for this time. Don’t think for a second that you’re not going to miss those nights you spent putting on your make up, changing five million times, drinking wine, smoking cigarettes out your apartment window, and going to some silly party, a party that feels like all the others you’ve been to but still has the right to feel special. You will miss all of this. This is a luxury. It’s going to leave us eventually so you better freaking enjoy it. You better enjoy every lame ass party, every awkward kiss, every 5 AM hangover, every drug experience, every crappy apartment, because one day it will all be gone and you’ll just be left with the pictures and the bruises and nothing else. Youth is fu**ing magic. Don’t you get it? Look at your skin! Touch it. Look at your smooth legs and stomach. Grab it. When you’re older, you’ll want all of this again so bad.

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bobbycaputo:

This Teacher Asked Her Students to Write to an Author. Kurt Vonnegut Wrote Back This

In 2006 Ms. Lockwood, an English teacher at Xavier High School, asked her students to write a letter to a famous author. She wanted them discuss the author’s work and ask for advice. Kurt Vonnegut (1922 – 2007) was the only one to write back and his advice is worth reading. 

Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta:

I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.

What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.

Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.

Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?

Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.

God bless you all!

Kurt Vonnegut

Thank you, Kurt Vonnegut, much love.

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Anonymous asked: sometimes no matter how hard you try you still ask yourself if you are doing the right thing. There is never a sure answer. Its like I am walking on a limb, if I fall I lose everything but if I stay I am not sure if this is what I am suppose to be doing.

Hm. I can’t be sure what this is referring to. But based off my own interpretation I’m guessing this is a relationship you’re referring to.
I completely understand where you’re coming from. I think the real problem is fear. You’re afraid you’re letting a good thing go if you choose to let it go

But you’d rather stay in your comfort zone and not jump the fence for FEAR of not finding better. And my question to that is why are you afraid?
If you’re second guessing this-if you’re feeling something foreign-if you are unhappy..why stay?
Why stay when God has something else in mind; anything above and beyond what our human brains can muster up-why do we take the initiative to plan our lives with a someone who probably doesn’t even fit the design of our hearts? Because of self righteousness. Because trusting ourselves Is easier and we’re “more efficient” Ha ha. God cries about that. He says ‘no give me your problems! Let me help you for the luv of god pls’ br/> God’s planning is better. His heart is fuller. His hands are much more equipped to do the planning because e orchestrates everything we want into what we need. babe you’re not gonna find the person you’re meant for by staying with someone who you’re constantly questioning, constantly having to remind yourself to love, or even like.
I would so love to hear about this situation so I can better answer it!