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Tiffany is a surly 29 year old professional procrastinator who loves sewing, donuts, pizza, coffee, & lower-case letters.

“Many people do not fall in love; they fall in love with the idea of themselves being in love. They never see the other person. I don’t ask for much; I only ask to be seen.”

—   C. JoyBell C. (via quotes-shape-us)

“I am learning
to love myself
first.
It took me years
and heart break
to realize
I am all I have.”

—   Michelle K. (via coca-koala)

The hardest lesson of all.
One I’m struggling so badly to learn.
It’s me and only me.
And I’m one of my least favorite people.

(via platointhepeonies)

mockingwords:

THIS MAN HAS ALS, AND HIS ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE WILL MAKE YOU LAUGH. THEN IT’LL MAKE YOU CRY

The video begins humorously as Anthony Carbajal, a photographer, dresses up in a neon bikini top and soaps up a car before being doused with ice water. 

So watch the full video here and laugh out loud at the first half and then get ready to tear up in the second half. 

I have seen the ice bucket challenges, nominations, etc floating around the internet lately and to be honest, at first I had no idea what it was all about.

Awareness.
The point of all of this is awareness of ALS. My question however, is how effective is this endeavor? Are we communicating any real information, or challenging others to think by simply sending silly videos out into interspace? I can most definitely appreciate the viral sensation as it no doubt is well intended.. but I’d like to see folks take it a step further. You’ve got center stage, guys… speak up. Talk about why this is trending.. about why we should be paying attention. Tell us what we need to do to help. Tell your stories of how ALS has affected you or someone in your life. Just please don’t stop at the ice bucket. It’s not enough. Keep the conversation going, ask questions and dammnit, demand answers.

We don’t need Corporate America to tell us how to campaign for a healthier society.. we just need you and your voice. Your effort.

(Source: huffingtonpost)

"…Lucille would never understand me because I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop.  This is the night, what it does to you.  I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."

“It is practically always so painful for me to speak to other people.”

—   Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh, August 1883   (via loveage-moondream)

Almost 30 and am still incapable of making friends.

(Source: man-of-prose, via welcometothepsychomanteum)

“So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide.”

—   (via soul-runner)

💜

(Source: whilde-daisi, via the-girlwiththemost-cake)

I saw the headline as it’s being thrown around the news today.. and as I read the words “apparent suicide”, my heart sank into my stomach. It reminded me from the inside out, how many of us there are who face the war each and every day that some folks will never feel or experience. Depression, Anxiety, Addiction… three of my oldest aquaintences. Although he was never an obvious celebrity for me to personally identify with, today his existence.. his being.. his battles… struck every chord in me. I began reading through old interviews, conversations from 4 years ago and I began thinking about my own recent struggles as they seemed to so eerily mirror what he spoke of. It’s a cycle in which those three components work into each other, amplifying and perpetuating one another until the sky is the ground, and the ground is a deep dark rabbit hole that appears to never end. And as only us addicts can understand because we live it… it’s never black and white. So simply did we get ourselves here, we ought to just as easily find our way out, they tell us. Easier said than done. It is almost impossible to articulate to someone what it’s like, when they don’t feel it. When they aren’t kept awake at night by the fear of being swallowed whole by their own emotions and self criticisms. It’s never over. No matter how many years of sobriety we capture and hold onto in between. Relapse is nearly impossible to avoid at one point or another, and no meetings, loved ones, or false hope of a fairytale ending can stop us from tearing down the very safety net we built around us once that monster has reared it’s ugly head.

(Source: wallflowerbloom, via mockingwords)

oldest pizza party in history.

oldest pizza party in history.

(Source: terbiyemsizkisilik, via sarahsarahbobarah-)

Night of the living dead.

I wonder what it’d be like
to wake up
Just once
without already feeling
defeated.