What’s your middle name?
Do you hate your job?
Do you fall in love too easily?
What’s your favorite word?
You like kissing girls?
Can I call you baby?
yeah, yeah

She says that people stare ‘cuz we look so good together
Yeah, yeah, yeah

tumblr is life when I have none.



Unease, anxiety, tension, stress, worry—all forms of fear—are caused by too much future, and not enough presence. Guilt, regret, resentment, grievances, sadness, bitterness, and all forms of nonforgiveness are caused by too much past, and not enough presence.

— Eckhart Tolle (via lazyyogi)

I was at the store today and I felt something tugging on my shirt and I turned around to find a little girl, probably 5 or 6, looking up at me. I knelt down and asked her if everything was okay and in the softest voice she said “I think your shirt is very pretty” and I smiled and said thank you and told her I liked hers too. Her mom turned the corner and picked her up and told her that she’d been looking everywhere for her. Pointing at me, the little girl said “Mommy I want to have a shirt like hers!” and her mom looked me up and down and said “Sweetheart, girls can’t wear boy clothes if they want to be a princess.” Then she put the little girl back in the cart and walked away and I was standing there thinking that this poor kids life is already so tainted by her mothers words. Don’t tell a queen that she will only ever be as good as a princess.



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