If you have come here expecting anything less than optimistic messages, you have subscribed to the wrong blog.
Hey, you’ll be okay. Your heart isn’t broken at all, it’s only healing and that liquid you feel seeping through the cracks? It’s not blood. It’s antibiotics. There’s something terrifically strong about you, you know? I mean, everyone says that they’re shattering or falling apart but you can’t…
Reasons To Be Happy:
- Dead trees still stand and so can you.
- You have five fingers on each hand. One day those fingers will travel from your lap to someone else’s and that person will know all the bad stuff and still want to kiss you.
- Seasons are guaranteed when nothing else seems to be.
Lao Tzu (via lazyyogi)
We enter a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order. While we’re aproaching our table two people come in and they go to the counter:
‘Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three suspended’ They pay for their order, take the two and leave.
I ask my friend: “What are those ‘suspended’ coffees?”
My friend: “Wait for it and you will see.”
Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, pay and go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three lawyers - three for them and four ‘suspended’. While I still wonder what’s the deal with those ‘suspended’ coffees I enjoy the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square infront of the café. Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar comes in throught the door and kindly asks
‘Do you have a suspended coffee ?’
It’s simple - people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone who can not afford a warm bevarage. The tradition with the suspended coffees started in Naples, but it has spread all over the world and in some places you can order not only a suspended coffee, but also a sandwitch or a whole meal.
Yohji Yamamoto (via olivicat)
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
Franz Kafka (via fleurstains)
“We Clear Our Throats” is a grassroots campaign seeking to raise awareness on the frequent use of words like “slut” and “whore” in casual conversation by encouraging the person who hears those words to clear their throat as a sign of their opposition.
Come be a part of the movement! Stop slut-shaming now!
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An inspiring movement started by a friend of mine. I hope you can spread the word, whether by reblogging or liking or just bringing it in everyday conversation with someone not on Tumblr. Please consider it; I would think of it as a personal favor. Thank you everyone.