dearcoquette:

What’s the point of relationships? If the initial high is temporary and then you stick together until you hate each other so much that you cheat or break up, then what’s the point? Is there ever a time when people find someone they really love?

The human condition is a fun ride, but don’t ever forget that we’re all just a bunch of talking meat wrapped around a sack of warm shit programmed to eat, sleep, and fuck.

We’re social animals with a biological imperative to reproduce. That’s it. That’s all. Love is a neurochemical response with a shelf life long enough to perpetuate the species.

And hey, I don’t wanna hear you complaining about it either, because quite frankly, you’re one lucky motherfucker to have air in your lungs and the opportunity to be confused by it at all.

The last breath you just took is one more than a hundred billion human beings who came before you will ever get to take again, and one day, the last breath you just took will be the last breath you’ll ever take.

That day is the point of relationships, that day when you cease to fucking exist, because it’s guaranteed, my friend. This shit all ends, so cram as much love, joy, and shout-it-from-the-rooftops happiness as you possibly can into whatever time you can make for yourself.

Meet as many interesting people as you can. Make as many friends as you can. Fall in love as many times as you can. Fuck if it hurts sometimes. You’re one of the lucky ones who’s still breathing.

All we have in this world is relationships with other people. At this stage in our evolution, nothing else matters.

(via thescarletpearl)

ok is it just me or is it impossible to download music off Tumblr now, even with the extension? 

whatshouldbetchescallme:

Considered doing this with Steph until someone told us the guy might stay and watch  x____x

(via youssefineassgirl)

I’ve met more people in my neighborhood in the past two weeks than in all my 13 years of living in Arcadia.

Is that weird? 

Incidentally, all these relationships were made while I was walking my dog. The first is a family of four up the street on Volante, and we now walk with their two sons, Adam and Jason, and dog named Cooper regularly. The second is a woman named Donna who I talked to for like an hour and a half, I don’t even know how. The third is another family of four down Altura with a German Shepard named Gunner, who walks alongside their golf cart obediently. And finally, a middle-schooler named Lindsey who also lives on my street. 

Being around these middle-schoolers is bizarre. It’s like when Aang is dreaming and watching himself in the Avatar state but realizing that he’s looking at himself. I feel like I’m seeing myself when I talk to them, or at least what I used to be.

Now I’ve never been one to live in the past, mostly because I focus on the now, but all of a sudden I could remember so vividly what middle school was like for me. And people say that you only remember the bad but every memory brings a smile to my face. 

But I won’t sigh and think oh, to be a kid again. I’m glad I’m where I am, shitty GPA and all (the truth comes out eventually). Growing up in Arcadia was such a good experience for me, and I’m so glad these kids are having just as much fun as I did. 

Here’s to many more nights of meeting Arcadia. 

Monday: Lucky Boys breakfast burritos with Colin and either hiking or the beach, if I’m persuasive enough. 

Tuesday: Work

Wednesday: Work

Thursday: Downtown + work

Friday: DISNEYLAND WITH THE FAM, BITCHES + phone conference (cry)

Misc: The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, Dante’s Purgatorio, Kelly’s birthday (shit ok wrap her expensive-ass gift before Saturday)