why do i still live here?

I wish that I was beautiful for you, I wish that I inspired tiny fireworks inside the way you do
fishingboatproceeds: kimyadawson: Me, Karen, Mike, Dori, Kristine, Jody, Troy, Tina, and Richie. 1990 I swear, I pretty much exclusively wore Sting t-shirts for the majority of my teen years. I am glad a picture finally surfaced on the interwebs of me wearing one (and a red, yellow, and green wooden bead choker).  I wonder who kissed who….because there must’ve been a reason for me to look so pissed. And that was almost always the reason.  I was totally freaked out by the idea of physical contact (unless it was for trust falls or something) but I would still get so angry and jealous when my friends would have someone to get all smoochy with.  I didn’t kiss anyone until the year after this pic was taken. When I was 18, in college. And even then it was just once and he was some big drug dealer in Harvard Square. He had no legs. He carried a meat cleaver under his wheelchair cushion. It was another year before the next time. I was 19. Other side of the country. Me and some dude were making out. He took off his shirt. He had the Rolling Stones lips and tongue tattooed on his chest. I freaked out, jumped out the window (first floor), and ran.  I was a late bloomer, to say the least. Sure did love Sting though.  And I would totally rock Jody’s pants right now.  My posse was crazy and amazing.  I wish you could tell better in this pic that I had Milli Vanilli/Lisa Bonet hair past my butt.  I loved Milli Vanilli and Lisa Bonet.  And did I mention that I loved Sting? I like LOVE LOVED Sting.  Like wrote poems about him loved him.  Teenagers are so weird.  Weird good. Do your thing. Kimya Dawson is so great.

fishingboatproceeds:

kimyadawson:

Me, Karen, Mike, Dori, Kristine, Jody, Troy, Tina, and Richie. 1990

I swear, I pretty much exclusively wore Sting t-shirts for the majority of my teen years. I am glad a picture finally surfaced on the interwebs of me wearing one (and a red, yellow, and green wooden bead choker). 

I wonder who kissed who….because there must’ve been a reason for me to look so pissed. And that was almost always the reason. 

I was totally freaked out by the idea of physical contact (unless it was for trust falls or something) but I would still get so angry and jealous when my friends would have someone to get all smoochy with. 

I didn’t kiss anyone until the year after this pic was taken. When I was 18, in college. And even then it was just once and he was some big drug dealer in Harvard Square. He had no legs. He carried a meat cleaver under his wheelchair cushion. It was another year before the next time. I was 19. Other side of the country. Me and some dude were making out. He took off his shirt. He had the Rolling Stones lips and tongue tattooed on his chest. I freaked out, jumped out the window (first floor), and ran. 

I was a late bloomer, to say the least.

Sure did love Sting though. 

And I would totally rock Jody’s pants right now. 

My posse was crazy and amazing. 

I wish you could tell better in this pic that I had Milli Vanilli/Lisa Bonet hair past my butt. 

I loved Milli Vanilli and Lisa Bonet. 

And did I mention that I loved Sting?

I like LOVE LOVED Sting. 

Like wrote poems about him loved him. 

Teenagers are so weird. 

Weird good.

Do your thing.

Kimya Dawson is so great.

Sometimes people have nothing to say because they’re too empty.
And sometimes people have nothing to say because they’re too full.

—Yasmin Mogahed (via in-finitus)

(via 0ceangasm)

The doubts. You had to save me from my constant doubts. That deep-seeded feeling that I wasn’t good enough for anything, I was a fake at my job, I wasn’t your equal, my friends would forget me if I moved away for a month. It wasn’t as easy as hearing voices, nobody was telling me this. It was just something I knew. Everyone else was playing along but I was sure that one day they would all stop.

—David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary (via loveyourchaos)

(Source: crazyspacekase, via loveyourchaos)

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twloha:

Our newest shirt is inspired by Ben Howards’s song “The Fear.” What will you become? What do you deserve? Available now in the TWLOHA Online Store.

The millennials are the people who’ve inherited the hangover from the baby boomers’ party: a warming planet, a dysfunctional global financial system that rewards the rich and screws the poor, a polarized political class that’s moved so far to the right that a centrist like Barack Obama can be described with a straight face as “a socialist.” Millennials may be “narcissistic, materialistic and addicted to technology,” as Stein alleges early in his article; they’re also drowning in college debt, slaves to an internship “system” that demands ever-increasing work for no pay, and entrants into a job market that’s replaced employment rights with the “flexibility” of never being able to afford health insurance.