Bright-eyed Bird

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This is a 'post what ever i want to' blog. Stuff about mental illness, health, inspiration, and stuff that i want to experience that makes me want to keep living, (including but not limited to hot chicks, cute animals, and funny stuff)
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but it will NOT have :substance abuse, reblog promos, drama on reblogs, or tumblr blog advertisement on the text section of reblogs

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ZANKIE!! NOO HOW CAN U CUT THE ENDING TO THIS GIF WTF I NEED MOAR

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— 9 hours ago with 350 notes
"

I understood myself only after I destroyed myself.

And only in the process of fixing myself, did I know who I really was.

"
Sade Andria Zabala | Thought of the Day: Self-Discovery (via pri5cillasanchez)

What I’m going through right now, finding who I really am. Its amazing beautiful and scary all at once, but there is such strength here

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— 9 hours ago with 30106 notes
"Rage is a powerful energy that with diligent practice can be transformed into fierce compassion. However much we disagree with our enemies, our task is to identify with them. They too feel justified in their point of view."
Gautama Buddha (via purplebuddhaproject)

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— 9 hours ago with 1820 notes
"

The point of simple living, for me has got to be:

A soft place to land

A wide margin of error

Room to breathe

Lots of places to find baseline happiness in each and every day

"
Leo Babauta (via observando)

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— 9 hours ago with 937 notes

girrlscout:

I love everything about this set. Holy shit.

Wow yup

(Source: fresh-azimiz, via nicolejanelle)

— 9 hours ago with 17834 notes

fartgallery:

readingaroundthemovies:

fartgallery:

i need to date a girl with the initials AG so we can carve SW+AG on benches

Those r my mums initials…,

say hello to your new dad. i see that your tumblr blog contains some vulgar language. you’re grounded

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— 9 hours ago with 139229 notes
Aching

admiralwonderboat:

Sometimes I sit,
staring off into space.
Scrolling through the internet,
hoping to stub my foot
on the answer.
Aching.

And sometimes I stand,
staring into the mirror.
Tracing my scars and my wrinkles,
hoping to maybe touch
something beautiful.
Aching.

Sometimes I lay,
staring at the dark.
Running through the folds of memory,
hoping to come across
a skeleton’s key.
Aching.

— 11 hours ago with 10 notes