Half-Pint Hipsters

My seat partner brought fireball soaked gummy bears.

Also a single mom.

And we might be having far too much fun.

To board or not to board my flight—That is the question.

[Conscience makes not cowards of us all]

Be all my sins remembered.

But you guys, raspberries.
Droplets of sweet, sweet life.

Rough day?
Add dark chocolate chips to their center.

Terrible day?
Add some champagne with that.

Clusterfuck of a day?
Add a naked beautiful human to slowly share all of the above with.
Maybe some ice.
Or just chilled raspberries.

Oh my gawwwwwwd.
But seriously.

How I fucking love thee.
Beautiful, beautiful early night ☺️

I finished fucking EVERYTHING TODAY




#crushingit #longfuckingday

Holy shit today is a clusterfuck.




‎The greatest fear in the world is of the opinions of others. And the moment you are unafraid of the crowd you are no longer a sheep, you become a lion. A great roar arises in your heart, the roar of freedom.
I don’t have a sexuality. Gay, straight, bixesual, pansexual; it’s giving a label. They’re all restrictive terms that give invisible boundaries. Human tries so hard to fight for equality but they set such obvious distinctions between people and groups. Life would be so much easier if we could like who we like, be who we want to be, without having labels pasted onto our faces for the world to see and discriminate against.
kim jongin (interrobang)

(Source: otpenes)

"Somehow, you must go back. You must make yourself remember."
“Remember what”

[You keep acting like you don’t know how you end up with the lost boys.
But you’re not Wendy babe.]

"Don’t you remember who you are?"
Inviting them to adventure,
Teaching them how to believe again,
Watching the light flicker in their eyes,

You love watching them learn how to fly.

And I felt the tears rise up,
“A tear for every happy thought.”
And the smile sprouting across my face despite myself.
And I laughed,
As she played in the background
“is it you just running from everything? is it easy to believe me? Like it’s easy to forget…”
I rewind it to the hook, 2:59
Turn it up, and I sing at the top of my lungs “bite your tongue & float along…like nobody taught you right from wrong.”

And I heard him laugh,
“There she is, that’s my girl.”
And I saw him smirk,
“I taught you to fight and to fly.
What more could there be?”