Boxed Out

thesmithian: [meaningful glance]

Wed, 30 Jan 2013 00:49:15 +0300

thesmithian:

[meaningful glance]

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Wed, 30 Jan 2013 00:49:09 +0300

beintheloop: InTheLoop Artist News: Frank Ocean Behind The...

Wed, 30 Jan 2013 00:41:26 +0300

beintheloop:

InTheLoop Artist News: Frank Ocean Behind The Scene Footage For “Forest Gump”.

Frank Ocean recently shot a new video for his song ‘Forrest Gump’. Here are a few shots on the set of the filming of this clip, which should arrive shortly. Channel Orange in stores now. More pictures after the jump.

daughtersofdilla: ▶ THEESatisfaction Loves Erykah Badu

Wed, 30 Jan 2013 00:38:19 +0300

daughtersofdilla:

▶ THEESatisfaction Loves Erykah Badu

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Tue, 29 Jan 2013 18:23:26 +0300

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Tue, 29 Jan 2013 18:22:42 +0300

"It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people..."

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 18:17:37 +0300

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It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.

A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening.

Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily.

You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth.

You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later.

Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, you’re starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. They’re the ones that are holding your twenties hostage.

Stop thinking that everyone is having more sex than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because it’s not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. You’ve already spent enough time feeling like you’re stuck, like you’re watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you’re unable to hold on to anything.

I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can’t stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it.

You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of shit doesn’t happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it.

Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today?

We shall see.

”

- You’re Not Making The Most Of Your 20s by Ryan O’Connell (via paperocean)

ryan, when did you sneak into the depths of my being?

when did you travel its terrain?

i didn’t hear you come in

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Tue, 29 Jan 2013 18:09:17 +0300

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Tue, 29 Jan 2013 18:00:44 +0300

write me, love

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 17:57:18 +0300

write me, love

fuckyeahmovieposters: American Psycho by Ryan MacEachern

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 17:53:29 +0300

fuckyeahmovieposters:

American Psycho by Ryan MacEachern

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Tue, 29 Jan 2013 17:52:08 +0300

it occurred to me that if you (over)viewed boxed out, month-to-month, it’s very clear when the...

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 17:50:56 +0300

it occurred to me that if you (over)viewed boxed out, month-to-month, it’s very clear when the hormones were in control.

i am woman.

i am proud.

:-)

luvyourselfsomeesteem: slystone: brown sugar baee that brown...

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 16:53:47 +0300

luvyourselfsomeesteem:

slystone:

brown sugar baee

that brown suga lifestyle outchea

"But that’s the wonderful thing about foreign travel, suddenly you are five years old again. You..."

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 16:47:35 +0300

“But that’s the wonderful thing about foreign travel, suddenly you are five years old again. You can’t read anything, you have only the most basic sense of how things work, you can’t even reliably cross the street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses.”

- Bill Bryson, Neither here nor There (via 33113)

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Mon, 28 Jan 2013 16:41:04 +0300

basedminaj: yes always loved her

Sun, 27 Jan 2013 21:03:12 +0300

basedminaj:

yes

always loved her

vieilles-annonces: I’m Cured for Good Now by Billie Holiday -...

Sun, 27 Jan 2013 20:37:49 +0300

vieilles-annonces:

I’m Cured for Good Now by Billie Holiday - Ebony Magazine, July, 1949 on Flickr.

Dorothy:

Sun, 27 Jan 2013 20:35:00 +0300

Some place where there isn’t any trouble…

Do you s’pose there is such a place, Toto?

There must be

It’s not a place you can get to by a boat

or a train

It’s far, far away

Behind the moon

Beyond the rain

Somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high

There’s a land that I heard of

Once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow

Skys are blue

And the dreams that you dare

To dream

Really do come true

Some day I’ll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me

Where troubles melt like lemon drops so way above the chimney tops

That’s where you’ll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow Blue birds fly

Birds fly over the rainbow

Why then, oh why can’t I?

If happy little Blue birds fly

Beyond the rainbow

Why, oh why, can’t I?

ramble bamble: fingers to keys

Sat, 26 Jan 2013 21:21:00 +0300

i have a variety of cut and paste answers that i use when called for

these are answers to the question “how are you?”

people rarely really want to know, i have learnt

answering with the usual fine, okay, good etc. is easy

often, that’s the end of that

but

it’s when somebody seems to genuinely want to know more that i look into my vault of ready templates

how deep i go depends entirely on the situation

headlines? bullet points? paragraphs? compositions? the whole truth?

what i hate, what i cannot stand, what i allowed to happen to me twice today already

is when somebody pushes me get allll the way open

and then leaves me hanging

vulnerable and exposed

especially if I was fending off attempts at peeling the layers off

but the person was insistent

what do you get from feigning concern?

leave me alone.

i was dealing fine

before you stripped me bare

and made me feel worse