The general rule to never ask questions you don’t want answers to needs to extend to encompass the ease with which people today can check two websites and know the answer to that question they won’t ask, that question they don’t want an answer to. 

It is so easy to find the answers.

It is so hard to unlearn what we now know.

Wonder, but just wonder.

Don’t find out.

I was sittin’ on the beach, starin’ at the night
Pulled out a cigarette, and you were there with the light
What you tryin’ to do, lookin’ in my eyes
Pretty boy step back, you don’t wanna take this fight
But if you wanna talk, well first you gotta listen
I ain’t like those other girls that you been missin’
I knew it all along, queen of my throne
One of a kind, I’m in a league of my own

And get your hand off my hip, and kiss my lips
Kiss my lips, kiss me all over
Are you gonna take that risk, take that risk
Cause we’re only gettin’ older
I said kiss my lips, kiss my lips, and do it all over
I know you weren’t expectin’ this tonight
But baby that’s me

Posted on Jun 1st (12:50am), 2 hours ago

Today I went all over the place. Most importantly, though, I saw the glowfish at the AMNH! That’s two down on the bucket list, yay! The exhibit took us an hour to comb through basically, and it was about half aquatic life and half insect (which was to my chagrin though I still immensely enjoyed everything because Ray!). They had iPad info-stations, and other awesome interactive models but the best part was that they had real glow fish saldghalsdfj

Worth every penny. 

el-ay-you-are-ay:

I’m miserable buried under the surplus to be grateful for
My dream is to always be buried
But life is moving fast and the past is always feeling like yesterday even when
It is history
I feel too smart to be played and I feel played every moment
I’m curious when I am ever living when I always feel like a game of chess contemplating my next move based on my previous moves, based on my opponents moves
constantly aware of this, I never am naive
But life can be a blissful moment
But asking for ignorance is asking to be blind
And seeing is a curse in disguise

Because I am an optimist, there are just some mistakes that I will always make. I know there’s this thing called self preservation but it’s just not in my nature not to try something that has even the most remote probability for happiness. No matter how many days I wake up and vow to build some kind of wall, the truth of the matter is you can never cross the ocean until you lose sight of the shore. I will always leave the shore and drown. It is not my nature to stow away in a sand dune. 

I’m no longer sure whether I prefer taking chances to erecting barriers, but this is just how I am.

20 flawless Broadway ladies | 6. Lea Salonga

“ I think that if an audience is truly appreciative of a performance, they will show it. Sometimes though, there are little differences, and there are audiences that are very reserved even though they are enjoying the show.”

There’s a rough sex video floating around tumblr with about 907 likes (probably more by now) and it sort of makes me want to vomit. The video itself is pretty hot, but when I consider that the age of the majority of people who are probably liking and reblogging this video is um 13 I am overcome with nausea. That girl is not treated very nicely to say the least. She’s also totally sloppy. And he’s also quite fond of chokeholds and smacking. 

Featherstone by The Paper Kites

And my love is yours, but your love’s not mine
So I’ll go but we know I’ll see you down the line
And we’ll hate what we’ve lost but we’ll love what we find
And oh I’m feeling fine
We made it to the coastline

Posted on May 31st (1:40am), 1 day ago

sasha-y:

I used to write and now I ramble. Endless depths of sentiment have made what can be seen as a simple haven in the pit of my core. I yearn to be able to once again thrust what verbal vomit sits pocketed and restless in my throat to the floor—just to empty myself of this deranged array of thoughts and emotion I have consuming my very being. Though sometimes I feel it’s not even that. Sometimes I feel it’s not consumption, but more so an irrevocable emptiness. A feeling that has left me so barren and depleted that I’m overflowing in vacancy. Is that even possible? To be void in conviction but still so painfully teeming in sympathy of my own inadequacy. God, there I go again. I’m rambling.