David Levithan (via hefuckin)
Lim Ji-yeon, Song Seung-heon / Obsessed 2014
have you ever been in love?
what was it like?
like growing flowers in my chest and
forgetting to pull out the weeds. and i learned
that you cannot kiss laughter into someone the
same way you can talk stars into their eyes. and that
love will always start like a summer
breeze, and end up leaving you feeling like the dead
Beyoncé’s full performance at the 2014 VMA’s
Because some of y’all missed it and/or need ya blessins one mo time
This is a summary of college only using two pictures; expensive as hell.
That’s my Sociology “book”. In fact what it is is a piece of paper with codes written on it to allow me to access an electronic version of a book. I was told by my professor that I could not buy any other paperback version, or use another code, so I was left with no option other than buying a piece of paper for over $200. Best part about all this is my professor wrote the books; there’s something hilariously sadistic about that. So I pretty much doled out $200 for a current edition of an online textbook that is no different than an older, paperback edition of the same book for $5; yeah, I checked. My mistake for listening to my professor.
This is why we download.
Spreading this shit like nutella because goddamn textbooks are so expensive.
not necessarily art related but as someone who couldn’t afford their textbooks this semester this is a godsend
REBLOGGING because after a little digging, I found my $200 textbook for free in PDF form.
friendly reminder that this exists since I know we’re all going back to college soon
Will reblog every time I see it.
For everyone about to return to school
I used to ache for you,
it hurt everywhere.
There were days
I thought I couldn’t
live without you.
Days where I thought
the pain of missing you was
too much to bear.
Some days, I didn’t think
I would make it.
But I did make it through those days.
I made it through missing you and wanting you and not having you.
I can’t say I made it through
because I’m not quite finished.
I don’t think I ever will be.
I still miss you, sometimes.
When I see someone with the same eyes as you, or a stranger ordering your favorite drink.
But it’s not as intense anymore. There were nights where I could feel you in my bed but
you were never actually there.
I used to fall asleep
to the sound of your voice
playing in my head.
I swear, sometimes I would walk past the place you worked at,
just to get a look at you for a second.
I kept pictures of you on my phone and I dreamt of you when I went to sleep.
I spent my moments either waiting to be with you, or being with you. That was how I measured my time.
On days that I didn’t get to see you,
that day was just a waste.
I knew you never loved me,
I knew you looked into my eyes and you only ever saw a person.
I was too busy staring into your eyes and getting lost in space,
to even care that you wouldn’t ever feel the same for me.
I carved our initials into every tree and filled my notebooks with
I was crazy about you.
When someone asked me about my future, I always pictured you in it.
There was never a part of me that believed that I could live without you.
There was never a single piece of me that didn’t crave you.
It took so long to not miss you every second of each day,
it took so long to not find your face in the shape of a cloud.
Sometimes, I still ache.
It’s not as bad as before.
I haven’t moved on. I have tried, but I realized that
if I heard that you loved me,
I would come running to you with open arms immediately.
I love you and I always will.
It just doesn’t hurt as much, anymore.
M.O.W, A letter to the girl that I love more than anything (via imwritingpoems)
Reyna Biddy (via kushandwizdom)
I guess..it takes getting used to,
living in a different city without you.
Still hasn’t quite hit me
that our convos have lost life
cus i can’t actually hear your voice.
I can’t witness your strife.
I can’t look you in the eyes
I can’t even mirror your smile.
Shoot, I’m probably…
you with no subtext. No guilt,
no anger, no expectation
that you’ll fix it. I don’t want
you to feel bad or to tell
me it will get better. This
is where we are meant to be
right now – me apart from you,
my hands a little empty and
my heart a little sad.
I just miss you.
I wanted you to know.
anne, fyi (via anneisrestless)
This should be our least concern but somehow it became our greatest.
Love “Da Man Wit the Chips” but Jameila White is the new “Protest MVP.” #staywoke #trill