Saw this on facebook this morning:
“So this is what happened right now. Taken this morning from Surabaya Zoo, East Java, Indonesia. Horrible. A living hell. They eat plastics just to stay alive. Please share this, Save Surabaya Zoo. Nobody cares but us who speak for the unspoken! The world must know!”
I found a petition to close the zoo down:SIGNAL BOOST THIS SHIT
OMFG BAD BOYS IS THE BEST EPISODE EVER I CANT STOP LAUGHING HOLY SHIT
In honor of 650 followers and my birthday, if this post gets 75 notes, I’ll sing a cover of Therapy by All Time Low and post it on my youtube and tumblr.
(I’m gonna do it anyways but I get nervous so it helps if you guys end up making me do it.)
please this sounds really fun
When she kissed him, it wasn’t a small peck or one of those overly exaggerated “perfect” moments portrayed in movies. No. It was messy and genuine and real. Her lips were slightly chapped from biting and picking at them every time she’d get into a good book or movie. Her teeth would sometimes bump with his, forcing him to stifle a smile at the reminder of how clumsy she was. Her tongue would often taste like her previous meal and her lips would lightly smear his own with the lipstick she was wearing. But it was her. Truly and completely her. And that, in itself made it wonderful. There were no slow motion kisses in the rain, no kisses at a nice, expensive restaurant, no kisses when they tour the streets of new cities. For them, there were kisses for no reason, kisses when they were happy or kisses just because. There were kisses at the back of cheap movie theaters or in the comfort of their living room, kisses over the hot stove at breakfast. There were plentiful kisses as he buried himself deep inside of her in the darkness of the night and kisses when he woke her up, still sheathed in her warmth as the sun rays trespassed into their bedroom. Their kisses were attempts to pour their heart into the others soul and that in itself made it perfection for him, as flawed as they might be.
The water drops slid against her cheeks as she looked up at the darkened sky, an emptiness filling her as she listened to the sounds of people rushing past her on the sidewalk, ducking out from under the unexpected rain that began its downpour. The sound of sneakers hitting puddles, of umbrella’s opening, the humming of car engines and annoying honking filled the busy street, leaving her plunging into the hopeless life she lived. A set path she wished to get away from, wished she had no part in.
Today was one of those “reality check” days. A day set out to remind her of the fact that the world she lived in was empty, broken and dark. It was as lonely as the middle school teachers reminded their students of. It was as cold as the drops that began falling from the sky at a rapid pace and as dark as the clouds that hovered overhead. It wasn’t what she imagined it would be, what she wished it would be. It was reality. A cold, lonely reality, and there was no escaping it. No rabbit hole to leap into, no wardrobe to walk through, no platform to run through. Reality was having a job you hated, friends that didn’t know you, a romance that was dying out and rotten people surrounding you. There was no spark, no adventurous accomplishments, no beautiful perfection. It was flawed, dull, ragged and sharp.
Sighing, she closed her eyes and held her breath as her throat constricted, slowly counting to fifteen before she let herself breathe again. She didn’t know what she expected, but she was hoping all her thoughts would leave her when her breathe did instead of cling to her like the rain clung to the fabric of her clothes and her hair, sticking them against her flesh and body. It was no use. She would just have to make due with the depression that sunk into her bones today. Before she talked herself into making her way back home for the day, she glanced at the sky again, letting the water wash away today’s terrible happenings, closing her eyes for a brief moment.
She turned when she felt a tap against her shoulders, only to be met with concerned brown eyes staring at her.
"Yes?" she asked him, her voice a little raspy.
He held out his umbrella to her and when she looked at it with a confused frown, gently grabbed her arm and placed it in her hand.
"Have a great day," he smiled warmly before turning away and walking into the rain.
She stared at the umbrella then at the man’s back, then back at the umbrella, the frown slowly softening. A small smile pulled at her lips at the kindness that was handed to her by a stranger.
Maybe reality wasn’t all that bad after all.
i feel like my whole life is just me waiting for superhero movies; i waited four years for avengers and now im waiting another four for the justice league. what is life
I am actually googling this right now..