defective reasoning


trigger-happy-buttmunch:

so there’s a pigeon i used to pass by in my old neighborhood all the time and he was really fat because people would just toss him food and literally he sat in the middle of the sidewalk and people would just step over him, he wouldn’t even flinch. seriously you could sit down next to him and just feed him and he would be chill.
he was there every day and all us locals would affectionately refer to him as ‘lard-ass’

Perhaps the most terrifying moment of my life
was the discovery of my parents’ fallibility,
when my father ceased to be a hero and
my mother a queen and
something vile and cruel writhed in my throat,
something they could not vanish,
something they could not eviscerate
with militaristic commands and gentle coaxing,
for this was not a monster under the bed,
this was not an over-zealous imagination;
this was real, this was growing deep
into their daughter’s bones.

And I saw them, finally, as they really were,
stripped of the golden armor
of childhood naivety that had given them
immunity to the failures of humanity
in my too-wide, too-innocent eyes.

My father aches for control,
craves it in the softness of his
aging body.
He doesn’t know how to be without;
he is a scared, small man
who doesn’t realize that his hands
are made for destruction,
made for ripping out hearts and
crushing them into dust.

My mother is a child,
guileless, volatile,
with an unnecessary temper
that could rip teeth out of the skull.
She fears change,
fears it like death,
and she has reached the end
of growth in the middle of her life.

These were my beginnings,
these are what I have stemmed from,
and I love them, I do;
I love them with the decaying tenderness
that is owed to them,
that will weather over time,
for it is the stone and they are the sea,
and the ocean is unyielding,
even to the frailty of the human heart.

I love them in a different way than I did once-
no longer god-fearing and awed,
but the love of camaraderie,
of those trying to scrape by,
of those trying to make it out alive.

- Emily Palermo, The Age-Old Story of a Daughter Outgrowing Her Parents. (via her0inchic)

(Source: starredsoul, via her0inchic)



lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

theyellowbrickroad:

im going to name my kid pregnant so they can be like “hi im pregnant” and everyone will stand there all mortified

(Source: theyellowbrickroad, via misfits-and-mistakes)


australiansanta:

im coming out of the closet. i am a shirt. i haven’t been worn in months. this is exciting

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I like girls who eat carrots
- The thing Louis said that ruined his life (via 1d-sexualfrustrations)

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trebled-negrita-princess:

theuppitynegras:

I love vintage stuff but I’m so glad I can enjoy them in the 21st century with my iphone, wifi and slightly more human rights 

somebody gets it.

(via ghost--that-we--knew)



(Source: malikplanet, via itssohorann)