Don’t break a writer’s heart and think ink won’t spill.
— Ten Word Story #38 - M.D.L (via mingdliu)

I will never
be able to
look at another person
in their eyes
when all I see
in other people
is you.

A Story A Day #187 by M.D.L 

(via mingdliu)

nerdymelly:

I get emotionally attached to anyone nice to me and scare them away. That is my problem.

anxieusly:

A black hole is defined as a region of spacetime from which gravity prevents anything, including light, from escaping…The hole is called “black” because it absorbs all the light that hits the horizon, reflecting nothing.

anxieusly:

A black hole is defined as a region of spacetime from which gravity prevents anything, including light, from escaping…The hole is called “black” because it absorbs all the light that hits the horizon, reflecting nothing.

connorkawaii:

do you ever get friendlust. like. you just see someone and you’re like. man. i have such a friendcrush on you. i wanna be ur friend so bad. i wanna be more than a friend. i wanna be a BEST friend u hear me. ur so cool. i admire u a lot and ur so funny. plz b my bffl. i will treat u right. let me be ur drake-friend. no other friend will treat u like i would

2014 is not a good year to be a teenage girl. The last of the 90’s kids are growing up and we are starting to see the effects of being raised with the Internet. For generations before us, hormonal teenage boys looking for sexy images of women had limited options; they could brave the embarrassment of going to the counter and buying Playboy, they could look through their sister’s Cosmo or they could use their imagination. Porn today has rid itself of the embarrassment-factor by embracing the anonymity of the World Wide Web; Playboy isn’t really considered to be porn anymore, the real stuff lives in your phone, on your laptop, your tablet; it is available anywhere, anytime at the touch of a button. In fact this very website receives a steady stream of hits that result from someone googling some combination of ‘housekeeping porn’ + ‘sex’, ‘lesbian’ and/or ‘rape’. As you read this, somewhere there is an eleven-year-old boy curiously typing ‘porn’ into Google, probably hoping to see some big boobies. Fast forward a couple of years and he is masturbating to a video of a crying woman who is being tied down, simultaneously penetrated by three men, spanked, and being called a whore. Young boys are being de-sensitized to violence and the more they consume, the more abusive, the more graphic the porn has to be to excite them.

You don’t ever really let go, though. You don’t stop. You don’t stop hurting, you don’t stop loving. It doesn’t go away, you just keep living and eventually things get pushed into the background of your life so it’s not consuming you every day. And then one day you know you’re okay. It still hurts, you still miss that person. And yeah, you forget the details. The way she smelled, the way her mouth tasted, how her skin felt, the sound of her voice. It’s almost like a different life, a different person that loved her, was with her. But on a day-to-day level, you know you’re okay. Sort of.
— Falling Into You (Jasinda Wilder)

(Source: wordsthat-speak)


godholdsmyheart15:

This is Po from Kung Fu Panda.image

He is literally an overweightimage

Fanboyimage

Who works at a fast food restaurantimage

With the worst luckimage

Everimage

And yet becomes

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This badassimage

Dragon Warrior
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Who still actsimage

Likeimage

Himselfimage

Who still hates hikingimage

And stairsimage

He uses his fatimage

To his advantageimage

And doesn’t let image

His tragic pastimage

Define himimage

This has been a Po appreciation post.

alesusknowles:

icecream-eaterrr:

medusaexposed:

When I’m feeling my outfit

me evry weekend

Me seducing myself

alesusknowles:

icecream-eaterrr:

medusaexposed:

When I’m feeling my outfit

me evry weekend

Me seducing myself

(Source: schwarzfee)

humanscaled:

ozziescribbler:

princesse—odette:

rickonroll:

petite-madame:

pawnr:

untilyoufoundme:

Breaking news from Paris! The Pont des Arts, famous because of the large amount of love locks which were placed on its fences by thousands of couples… began to collapse due to the high weigh of these love locks.

Paris Mayor Anne Hidalgo, as a consequence, ordered the removal of all the love locks. The Pont des Arts will never be the same anymore.

An international love symbol has disaspeared…

NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :(((( this is so sad!

y’all are overreacting, two and a half meters of the railing collapsed, out of the entire bridge it looks like nothing, it’ll be repaired and back up in no time.

I’m not used to vent but as it concerns my home town…(Sorry in advance about my English)

I’m sorry, we are not “overreacting”: we are concerned about an historical monument that is important to us, Parisians, and we are worried for obvious safety reasons. Somebody could have fallen. This isn’t the first time that a part of the bridge has collapsed due to these damn locks, it also happened last summer apparently causing the bridge to be closed.

In addition, if you combine all the weight of the locks together, it’s more than 12 tons of steel and it causes serious damage to the structure of the bridge itself.

This trend has to die like yesterday.

It’s not something that belongs to an “old and beautiful tradition” linked to Paris, the city of Love. It started in 2008-09 in Paris and it blew out of proportion because the vendors right next to the bridge saw a commercial opportunity when it came to selling locks to tourists. It looked like a good idea at the start: the tourists were happy, the vendors next to the bridge were happy and even the Maire because it showed Paris as a romantic city. Now, the Passerelle des Arts is in a piss poor state and so is the Pont Notre-Dame, a little bit less famous.

Not to mention that the tourists throw away the keys in the Seine and that it’s an ecological aberration.

More down to earth consideration: it cost money to repair the bridge and remove the locks every two-three weeks little by little. I’d prefer this money to be used for something else. It’s also difficult to cut the locks and reuse the iron because apparently, they are all made out of different types of metal. In the meantime, and according to Bruno Julliard who is in charge of Culture & Historical monuments at the Paris city hall, the removed locks are kept in a secret location, like the Ark of the Covenant in the Indiana Jones movies.

So guys, next time you come to Paris, PLEASE forget about these damn locks. You have 100 ways of proving your love to your S.O when in Paris.

REBLOGGING! Because this definitely needs to stop.

It’s also not just a Parisian thing. People leave love locks on bridges in Ljubljana and Minsk as well. The clearing away of the locks in Paris isn’t going to destroy an ‘international love symbol’. It would, however, be extremely sad if people decided that keeping the mass of locks on the Parisian bridge was worth more than the safety of other human beings.

I’ve lived in Paris, vacationed in Paris, and been to Paris on business.

The Pont des Arts was beautiful for a very long time before these stupid locks were attached to it a few years ago. And I hate to sound like an old man, but it’s so much more beautiful without them.

(Source: a-little-yellow-duck-feather)