modus-letalis:

Mugen

MUUUGEEEN <3 

mild-bloom:

Solitude is bliss 
The love for being alone has definitely grown on me over time. I think back to when I was younger and I used to absolutely hate it, I felt the need to be surrounded by people all the time, immersed in their somewhat boring small talk and casually engaging in it myself. If I were to be left home alone, I would call my grandma, I would spend the whole time on the phone to her, if she didn’t pick up the phone I would pay a long visit to my neighbours. Every day off school I would be with someone, every weekend I would be with someone, simply thinking about it now tires me out!
Looking back on these times is so odd for me as I usually crave being home alone, spending time with myself and at the most part, not having to wear pants (perks of being alone). It’s ironic, I’m currently alone on a train writing this, and thoroughly enjoying myself.
Don’t get me wrong, I adore the company of some, but theres something about being with myself that I prefer. I have become independent and being alone allows me figure things out, I’ve also stopped worrying about how I’d be perceived for not going out, which is a nice feeling.
Sometimes being around people tires you out, it all becomes overwhelming and you just need to separate yourself from the rest of the earth. Telling someone you don’t feel like hanging out is perfectly fine. Taking a day off school every now and then reserved for some you time is perfectly fine. Regain your senses, gather yourself together, then head out into the swarming, insane world again.
I now feel fortunate that I’m completely okay with being by myself. Not having the need to be around people is comforting within itself. A weekend without plans doesn’t cause me to fret nor bore me to tears. I have come to terms that I am happiest when I’m alone, it has helped my find myself and construct who I am as a person. It’s healthy to spend time alone, you need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person. I don’t fight solitude, and that rules.

mild-bloom:

Solitude is bliss

The love for being alone has definitely grown on me over time. I think back to when I was younger and I used to absolutely hate it, I felt the need to be surrounded by people all the time, immersed in their somewhat boring small talk and casually engaging in it myself. If I were to be left home alone, I would call my grandma, I would spend the whole time on the phone to her, if she didn’t pick up the phone I would pay a long visit to my neighbours. Every day off school I would be with someone, every weekend I would be with someone, simply thinking about it now tires me out!

Looking back on these times is so odd for me as I usually crave being home alone, spending time with myself and at the most part, not having to wear pants (perks of being alone). It’s ironic, I’m currently alone on a train writing this, and thoroughly enjoying myself.

Don’t get me wrong, I adore the company of some, but theres something about being with myself that I prefer. I have become independent and being alone allows me figure things out, I’ve also stopped worrying about how I’d be perceived for not going out, which is a nice feeling.

Sometimes being around people tires you out, it all becomes overwhelming and you just need to separate yourself from the rest of the earth. Telling someone you don’t feel like hanging out is perfectly fine. Taking a day off school every now and then reserved for some you time is perfectly fine. Regain your senses, gather yourself together, then head out into the swarming, insane world again.

I now feel fortunate that I’m completely okay with being by myself. Not having the need to be around people is comforting within itself. A weekend without plans doesn’t cause me to fret nor bore me to tears. I have come to terms that I am happiest when I’m alone, it has helped my find myself and construct who I am as a person. It’s healthy to spend time alone, you need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person. I don’t fight solitude, and that rules.

(via not-the-skinny-one)

qrotesq:

Horror blog

OMG is that a movie? If yes anyone know which one?

qrotesq:

Horror blog

OMG is that a movie? If yes anyone know which one?

Anyone help!?!?

Need.More.Fuugen!!!! 

So I just got don´t watching Samurai Champloo a few days ago and have been obsessing over Fuugen have read more than 30 fanfics but I cant stop yet!! I think I might be falling for this… 

My otp?! O.o could it be

faintyoungsun:

So I told some people what I had actually thought Teen Wolf was about and they nearly peed themselves laughing thought it was interesting.

(Source: teen-wolf)

maichan808:

Artwork for Cornerstone by Vendelin (Blind!Stiles/PTSD!Derek, 84K)

“Can I touch your face?”
“If you want.”

Stiles nods and turns fully towards him on the couch, pulling one leg up under him. “I just want to get an idea of what you look like. Besides from what people tell me.”

****

Stiles’ eyes widen slightly, as his fingertips make contact.

“What?” Derek asks immediately.

“I just didn’t expect stubble,” Stiles mumbles, mostly to himself it seems. Then, his second hand finds the other side of Derek’s face, and he closes his eyes, like he’s trying to create a picture on the inside of his eyelids. His fingers trail gently down Derek’s jaw, thumbs grazing the underside of his bottom lip. Then they find their way across his face, mapping his eyebrows, sliding down the bridge of his nose, trailing his hairline. Palms rubbing his stubble, fingertips investigating the shells of his ears.


read the fic | view tsumi’s art post

just red it *_* SOO AMAZING 

throughkaleidscopeeyes:

Drew Barrymore was such a babe in the 90’s

(Source: flowerchildfantasies, via fuckyeahsexanddrugs)

fabulusly:

mamebig:

thebabbagepatch:

holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit

What the fuck

what

(Source: sizvideos, via savannahyoungblood)

beben-eleben:

Jim Dingilian proves that a creative and skillful artist can create works of art with just about anything. By coating the interior of empty glass bottles with black smoke and then carefully brushing it away with tools mounted on dowels, he creates detailed and beautiful but dark works of smoke art that are dripping with a sense of suburban decay (via Bored Panda).

(via hayashiwylona)