"Relax. You will become an adult. You will figure out your career. You will find someone who loves you. You have a whole lifetime; time takes time. The only way to fail at life is to abstain."

Johanna de Silentio  (via cexjay)

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Just spent an hour online trying to figure out what kind of underwear my boyfriend wears. Didn’t think I would ever have this problem because it’s not like there is the same variety as girl underwear ranging from lace vs. non-lace, cotton vs. satin, bikini vs. thongs vs. v-strings vs. g-strings vs. hiphuggers vs. cheeky vs. god-knows-what-else-women-want. But I just spent an extremely uncomfortable hour scrolling back and forth with rows and rows of man crotch bulging out in my face. Granted they were all in their well-behaving 2-D form, but really, how many pairs of socks are in there? 

Anyways, hope I got him the right kind. 

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I think my teeth are ready to glow in the dark & I am cold-blooded.

I think my teeth are ready to glow in the dark & I am cold-blooded.

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I really wish there was a gadget that would plunge me from my bed each morning so I can wake up and be productive. But at least, I’m waking up early everyday now. 

& it’s crunch time. Ten in one month.

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Just one of those days feeling like the world is just too big for this little girl. 

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post-gym progress: y’know, just bulking. 

post-gym progress: y’know, just bulking. 

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A donor heart beating in a mechanical system which keeps it warm, oxygenated, with nutrient enriched blood pumping through.

Love stuff like this.

A donor heart beating in a mechanical system which keeps it warm, oxygenated, with nutrient enriched blood pumping through.

Love stuff like this.

(Source: science-is-everything, via spittingsalt)

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blue gloves domestication

blue gloves domestication

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Lately there are too many questions and not enough answers. I’m standing before crossroads after crossroads after crossroads. The fear doesn’t diminish over time and the confidence can’t grow over the mistakes. I am trying to find a fire, something that will burn undoubtedly in painful but worthy ways. I guess one thing that I’ve never really been afraid of is struggle. Ever since I was young, my logic overpowered me through whatever that I needed to overcome. Although now I see it as blessings, I undeniably had to deal with more than the usual television childhood. Perhaps it’s been a lifetime building of immunity towards unexpected misfortunes but I have accepted it was just life. I always push through everything and I’ve successfully pushed through it all. Not denying that there were chances for better choices but nonetheless, I am still going. 

Because independence has become an innate part of me, I am having more and more difficulty letting others into my life. It has hurt some in the  process but I cannot help but to keep my defense. And because I’ve been able to do everything on my own and talk myself through everything, I am scared of developing dependency on anything or anyone. I guess the reason being that things like that can only be temporary and being attached only means getting hurt when it’s gone. I’m not ashamed to admit that I only seem tough because I never let myself get in situations where I cannot deal with the consequences. So I stay in this confined comfort space where I know even if things get bad, I would be able to pick myself back up. But, lately I feel as if I’m being pull in all directions out of this comfort. I know that it’s finally time to face the final step of growing up. And I would give anything to plead for just a little bit more time to let me get my breathing at least in the right pace but that’s just not how life works. 

And I guess this is the fire that I was looking for all along. These past months, I’ve been burning in imaginable ways. Sometimes with passion and other times in doubts. Finally, I’ve come to accept that I am facing the biggest changes in my life.

Back at square one but still never afraid to fall. 

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"I had an auto-repair man once, who, on these intelligence tests, could not possibly have scored more than 80, by my estimate. I always took it for granted that I was far more intelligent than he was. Yet, when anything went wrong with my car I hastened to him with it, watched him anxiously as he explored its vitals, and listened to his pronouncements as though they were divine oracles - and he always fixed my car.
Well, then, suppose my auto-repair man devised questions for an intelligence test. Or suppose a carpenter did, or a farmer, or, indeed, almost anyone but an academician. By every one of those tests, I’d prove myself a moron, and I’d be a moron, too. In a world where I could not use my academic training and my verbal talents but had to do something intricate or hard, working with my hands, I would do poorly. My intelligence, then, is not absolute but is a function of the society I live in and of the fact that a small subsection of that society has managed to foist itself on the rest as an arbiter of such matters.
Consider my auto-repair man, again. He had a habit of telling me jokes whenever he saw me. One time he raised his head from under the automobile hood to say: “Doc, a deaf-and-mute guy went into a hardware store to ask for some nails. He put two fingers together on the counter and made hammering motions with the other hand. The clerk brought him a hammer. He shook his head and pointed to the two fingers he was hammering. The clerk brought him nails. He picked out the sizes he wanted, and left. Well, doc, the next guy who came in was a blind man. He wanted scissors. How do you suppose he asked for them?”
Indulgently, I lifted my right hand and made scissoring motions with my first two fingers. Whereupon my auto-repair man laughed raucously and said, “Why, you dumb jerk, He used his voice and asked for them.” Then he said smugly, “I’ve been trying that on all my customers today.” “Did you catch many?” I asked. “Quite a few,” he said, “but I knew for sure I’d catch you.” “Why is that?” I asked. “Because you’re so goddamned educated, doc, I knew you couldn’t be very smart.”"

Isaac Asimov (via skinnybaras)

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