life goes something like this: you meet the best and the worst of yourself in other people. you come to terms that you are the universe experiencing itself. you get overwhelmed at 3 am being so close to seeing through the veil. you get what you give. and then, the next morning, you do it all over again, all over again, all over again.
one of the most important things, perhaps the most important thing I have learned in my life is that nice people can fuck each other up in monstrous ways. people can be bone deep kind and loving and self reflective and still lash out under pressure. people can be earnestly neighbourly and charitable and hospitable and generous and still find themselves in situations where they become selfish. people can be well meaning and easygoing and gregarious and hold deep seated opinions that turn them into vicious little bullies under the right conditions. nobody is just one thing, and nobody stays one way. every person is a kaleidoscope and they will surprise you. you will surprise yourself. it's not a warning and it's not a judgement and it's not an excuse, and it's certainly not a reason to stop trying or to stop trusting. it is just a fact.
AL PACINO as MICHAEL CORLEONE The Godfather (1972) | Dir. Francis Ford Coppola
Al Pacino on the set of The Godfather (1972)
i love how delusional some articles of clothing are, like you read the tag and its like “hand wash only/tumble dry on low” son you are a cotton tshirt. youre going in the warsh and whatever happens in there is in gods hands
LOOK AT HER!!! this is Frances she is mine and Natalie’s BABY. I’m obsessed with her but I do miss Lola so much
(in tears) next year i will have so much fun!
boston ma
a bath can be considered a character study; conversely, a shower shares many characteristics with the heros journey
haters will see a winter enjoyer and say "why are you going outside it's cold and boring" and not even see the beauty in desolation and stillness 🙄
hello tumblr i am online once again
getting raised by tumblr and then moving to twitter and then moving back to tumblr feels like i'm asking my parents if i can have my old room again.
Twitter dying but tumblr is still standing
would you free this beast knowing it could cost your life?
okay i think i followed back everyone from twitter but lmk if i missed you. to the people who have missed me………….. hello
it’s genevieve