"We blame society. We are society."
- unkempt (via all-unkempt)
"Children must be taught how to think, not what to think."
- Margaret Mead (via quotationadmiration)
"Music tells us things — social things, psychological things, physical things about how we feel and perceive our bodies — in a way that other art forms can’t. It’s sometimes in the words, but just as often the content comes from a combination of sounds, rhythms, and vocal textures that communicate, as has been said by others, in ways that bypass the reasoning centers of the brain and go straight to our emotions. Music, and I’m not even talking about the lyrics here, tells us how other people view the world — people we have never met, sometimes people who are no longer alive — and it tells it in a non-descriptive way. Music embodies the way those people think and feel: we enter into new worlds — their worlds — and though our perception of those worlds might not be 100 accurate, encountering them can be completely transformative."
- David Byrne, How Music Works, 2012 (via lgsly)
"Sex is your bodily fluids and theirs and your tongues tangled and feeling someone so close and intimate that you could stay like that for hours, despite the fact that you’re both hot and sweaty and out of breath but still you can manage to say I love you. And if you aren’t mature enough to handle that, you probably shouldn’t be having sex."
- Tell your kids this instead of planting the thought in their minds that if they have sex as a teenager they are bad people (via terriblethoughtsx)
"I seriously believed I could escape myself–as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to defining myself."
- Haruki Murakami; South of the Border, West of the Sun (via strawberriesgonewild)
Tj went to the back room to get tattooed on around midnight-one-ish. It’s now four and he’s still back there.
I haven’t heard the whir of the machine crank up so I know they haven’t started ink to skin yet…I just want to cuddle yo.