"Do you know what a mandala is?"
"Um, those are those round Buddhist art things."
“The Tibetan monks make them out of dyed sand laid out into big beautiful designs. And when they’re done, after days and weeks of work, they wipe it all away.”
"Wow, that’s, that’s a lot."
"Try to look at your experience here as a mandala, Chapman. Work hard to make something as meaningful and beautiful as you can. And when you’re done, pack it in and know it was all temporary. You have to remember that, it’s all temporary.”
"Make the first move, tell people how you feel, stop being so scared of rejection, stop feeling so engulfed with thoughts that aren’t even yours, and stop wasting your fucking time."
What I needed to hear (via sereinsky)
This is unexpectedly not about make-up haha
reblogged before it was even finished.
This is fantastic. I really needed it today.
Hahah omg she’s such a dork I love it(:
I have never reblogged something so fast in my life
Fabulously fantastic, much win
All of this. I love this.
"There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”."
i love physical touch. like not even kissing and stuff just like. sitting next to each other with our arms touching or our legs overlapping or walking next to each other with our arms brushing i love knowing im real i love existing with people i love it
I love the fact that in Georgia, no one says “You’re wearing THAT?” to me. Yes Mom, I am actually wearing this. I know you aren’t used to me wearing certain things, but guess what, I don’t live in your house anymore so I can wear what I damn well please.
It’s actually kind of offensive.
I finally got over being homesick for Minnesota, and now I’m back in Minnesota. So of course, I’m homesick for my life in Georgia.
It seems as if I simply cannot have the best of both worlds: I cannot have my husband and my family for long periods simultaneously.
this has been my negative post for the day.
Meeting people is hard. Meeting people you like is harder. Meeting people who like you is hardest.
Today, I got a second job.
And it was so easy. I basically walked into work, and one of my coworkers asked if I was interested in working at the coffee shop that she manages, which also happens to be owned by the people who own the place I currently work at. I said I would love it, and she ran upstairs, talked it out with the manager of the place I currently work, and I start Monday.
I’m not used to having a backyard where I can just let my dog out and leave him unattended for periods of time. He loves it. Until I forget that he’s out there… oops.
"Your gut feelings are usually correct, because they represent the processing of complex information that your logical mind usually cannot process."