vegan-because-fuck-you:

Vegans are made a mockery of constantly both in media and every day situations and meat eaters will have a good chuckle at it all but the second a vegan makes a joke about meat eaters suddenly its like “see this shit here this is why no one likes vegans”

You’re all a bunch of whiney babies.

7sunriseoverseaLive Authentichttp://7sunriseoversea.tumblr.com/post/98721194366http://c0ntemplations.tumblr.com/post/97530464797/without-deep-conversation-my-mind-becomes
"Without deep conversation, my mind becomes restless. I need passion and intellect, it’s a shame that a person often lacks one or the other." - Unknown

I tend to get lost in my mind far more often than not. 

lsd-daydreamerFree Fallin With No Ground Belowhttp://lsd-daydreamer.tumblr.com/post/98694262564/i-dont-really-know-whats-going-on-with-myselfhealydanes.tumblr.com
"I don’t really know what’s going on with myself, ever." - Matty Healy
child-of-the-universewe are the cosmoshttp://child-of-the-universe.tumblr.com/post/98599663865/will-i-be-something-am-i-something-and-thehttp://contramonte.tumblr.com/post/95771992024/will-i-be-something-am-i-something-and-the
"Will I be something?
Am I something?
And the answer comes:
You already are.
You always were.
And you still have time to be." - Anis Mojgani 
seizeexistenceA alma, a carne, a cinza.http://seizeexistence.tumblr.com/post/98599450049/i-crave-touch-yet-i-flinch-every-time-someone-ishttp://neurolove.me/post/95655607836/i-crave-touch-yet-i-flinch-every-time-someone-is
"I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough." - I have become rather fearful I suppose.
Such a soothing place.

I was so eager for love of any form, from someone real,
that I was willing to let you kick me to the ground,
while I eagerly grasped with both hands 
what little crumbs you tossed my way. 
And in the process, I lost what little love I had for myself.

Far too often I tend to avoid reality by hiding inside a book. When there’s something I don’t want to face, when my life is crumbling around me, when I feel at a complete loss, and so unbearably alone, I crack open a book. I emerge my mind into a story far more beautiful than my own, and find solace in the fictional lives of characters I tend to vicariously live through.