You are meant to fight. When you are sick, your body fights for its right to function. When you hold your breath, your body fights for its right to breathe. There are billions of tiny events—from the surface of your skin, down to the very cells of your body—that have to happen in order for you to be simply sitting here today. If your most minuscule parts haven’t given up yet,
Why should you?
Get sleep, eat sushi, and take naps as needed.
tips for living longer from the world’s oldest person (via jeou)
This was my exact view about 2 years back. I was driving home from Sasquatch, it was 7am, my friend was asleep and Bon Iver was over the radio. One of those life moments.
this is my argument when people are like “models are ugly without makeup” bc like… you’re so wrong
It’s sad how it is more socially acceptable to hate your body than to love it
This text post hit me like a train
yeah so i felt really weird the other day when i said i like my legs. then i was like, why am i ashamed of liking one part of my body? i should be ashamed that i don’t like all of it.
the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again
the fact that over 300,000 other people know exactly what this feels like too is a source of great comfort
especially if it’s a kiss
Everyday I saw my mother waiting anxiously for my dad to return home after long periods of no contact. Or how she rushed to the phone every time it rang, fearful for a call that no woman could bear. But yet my father flew thousands of passengers safe and sound, and so did the other hundred and thousands of pilots, cabin crew, ground staff that has done the same for my father and the many others so that they could come back to their homes and families.
After clocking in nearly 40 years of flying hours, my dad thankfully never suffered any mishap or catastrophe in his years of work. He retired to the serene and quiet, away from the hustle and bustle of the world, which he loved.
As a child I was always taught to be strong and be ready for circumstance of any kind regarding the nature of my father’s job. It’s hard to imagine when it really happens, or how one should react in the face of such devastating news. But like my father assured me and the many others who have crossed his path, the flight crew take their job seriously and will do anything in their power and expertise to minimize any sort of impact, error or chances of something going very wrong. The lines of the face or his inability to talk after long hours of flight proved that it was a very taxing responsibility, and that is was not child’s play when you’re dealing with so many lives. Responsibility was invisibly and visibly plastered all over the faces of those who only make you feel slight turbulence throughout a 14-hour journey when they sit on the edge of their seats, worried about all capabilities and never ending possibilities.
So I firmly believe that #MH370 did everything they could to save its passengers and the aircraft, but sometimes even airlines and the industry can never predict acts of God. It is when you’re flying over the big blue sea and when you’re just a bleeping sign on the radar that you truly know that you are small and God’s creation is big and almighty.
Sometimes, and especially at times like these, we can only pray and keep moving forward, never forgetting those onboard as well as those who continue to serve in the skies, visible or invisible.
Let’s keep praying for #MH370.
You drink about it, smoke about it, don’t talk about it.
Ella Eyre (via daughterofgollum)