Mischa Mash

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Tue, 29 Jan 2013 11:24:00 -0600

consultinggaytective: loki-d-hehe: hiddlestonmygodfassbendermyk...

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 10:37:47 -0600

loki-d-hehe:

hiddlestonmygodfassbendermyking:

driving-nowhere:

#the saddest audio post on tumblr

#the saddest audio post on earth

I’m not a Sherlock fan but, Sherlock fans follow me and out of respect for them, I will reblog this.

Right in the feels.

there are actual tears right now

samandriel: venski: owlcitee: samandriel: eleven used to be all bouncy and cute and adorable...

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 10:20:58 -0600

samandriel:

venski:

owlcitee:

samandriel:

eleven used to be all bouncy and cute and adorable and now he’s becoming more and more broken and dark like nine and ten were towards their ends and that makes me nervous

take a minute to imagine how bizzarre this post sounds to other people

icant

it just sounds like you’re really emotional about math imdone

i just really love math guys

01.18.13

Sat, 19 Jan 2013 02:10:48 -0600

01.18.13

This was in the fortune cookie next to it. The exact same...

Fri, 18 Jan 2013 14:01:00 -0600

This was in the fortune cookie next to it. The exact same fortune that has played a significant role only a couple weeks ago. Once again, like a reminder. Maybe in case I wasn’t paying attention?
#fate

I accidentally grabbed two fortune cookies after lunch by...

Fri, 18 Jan 2013 13:56:04 -0600

I accidentally grabbed two fortune cookies after lunch by mistake. This was inside the first cookie, not the one I was aiming to grab but the one that fell in my hand. It’s the exact same fortune that I’ve been carrying with me every day for years… inside my necklace. Like I needed reminding.
#fate

Yeah, it’s like that. :P

Fri, 28 Dec 2012 11:52:28 -0600

Yeah, it’s like that. :P

Shooting stars in winter

Thu, 20 Dec 2012 18:45:44 -0600

Shooting stars in winter

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Wed, 05 Dec 2012 10:53:27 -0600

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Sun, 02 Dec 2012 10:00:15 -0600

girlmeetsbanjo: you are made of music. and star matter.

Fri, 30 Nov 2012 14:30:19 -0600

girlmeetsbanjo:

you are made of music. and star matter.

girlmeetsbanjo: can’t you just feel this shirt? i can. i want...

Fri, 30 Nov 2012 14:27:06 -0600

girlmeetsbanjo:

can’t you just feel this shirt? i can. i want to put my cheek on it.

Malcolm Reynolds | ‘Oh Captain, my Captain!’

Fri, 30 Nov 2012 14:10:58 -0600

Malcolm Reynolds | ‘Oh Captain, my Captain!’

grayskymorning: EEFJE DE CONINCK

Fri, 30 Nov 2012 14:10:11 -0600

grayskymorning:

EEFJE DE CONINCK

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Fri, 30 Nov 2012 13:44:41 -0600

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Fri, 30 Nov 2012 13:36:03 -0600

I know what I’m making for breakfast Saturday morning.

Fri, 30 Nov 2012 13:34:25 -0600

I know what I’m making for breakfast Saturday morning.

corgiaddict: My BF got me my Pembroke Welsh Corgi for Christmas...

Fri, 30 Nov 2012 13:20:37 -0600

corgiaddict:

My BF got me my Pembroke Welsh Corgi for Christmas (he got him early so he can train him.) His name is Harry Alistaire Windsor III. Hes very WASPy and British. :)

Best. BF. Ever.

sosuperawesome: げみ

Fri, 30 Nov 2012 13:19:53 -0600

sosuperawesome:

げみ

11.30.12 Heart Throwing

Fri, 30 Nov 2012 11:14:51 -0600

After coffee with a woman in her 50s who gave me the advice “Protect your heart,” I called back one of my friends. We jokingly call each other “sister of my soul” and “brother of my soul.” In many ways, we are alike. And he had been having a rough week too for entirely different reasons. But our life lessons tend to overlap. I told him about my week. I told him about the meeting with the woman. He told me about his week. And a conversation he had with his recent ex.

“I throw my heart at people,” he said to me, like he was laughing at the image and the truth of it. “I throw my heart at people thinking, ‘take it! take it!’ not in desperation for them to take it but because I know deep down I’m a good person and I can do good for another person. Not that I want to save them, but to be there for them - those ones I choose to care about, I throw my heart at them. And I know you do it, too. We are these crazy people, throwing our hearts at people, willing them to not be afraid to take a chance.”

“Mhmm.” I replied. I just felt the heavy weight of the truth that I had already known about this burden me. “I sort of don’t want to lose that ability to do that, though. I WANT to believe the best in people and take that chance on them. And I know if I get hurt in the process, that that’s always been okay. I can survive it, be better for it, be grateful for the process of being hurt that way.”

“I realized this week though,” he continued, “I have so much shit to deal with that I need to take care of - finish my program at school, find a good job in my field. It’s shifted my focus. And you’re at a point where you’re starting this new thing, figuring out this new part that you’ve discovered and you know what? You CAN throw your heart, you can survive that and make the most of it when it backfires but you don’t HAVE to throw it at them anymore. You shouldn’t have to. You’re GOOD. Someone will recognize that and know. You won’t have to throw it at them for them to realize it.”

“Protect my heart…?” I said with dry humor.

“Yes. That old crone was right,” he laughed.

“You seem on track. You know what you have to do. You’re good to go, though.”

“Don’t say that like that MEANS anything,” he answered.

“Quarter life crisis?” I half-joked.

“Tell me about it.” Over the phone, I could tell we were both rolling our eyes at ourselves. “…But it’s okay.”

“‘It’s okay?” I repeated. His tone made it seem like he didn’t really believe what he was saying.

“Yeah. I don’t have my shit together. And it’s okay.”

“I’m scared, naive, and ill-equipped. And it’s okay.” I echoed.

“Yeah.”

“…Yeah.” We were slowly convincing ourselves. “Maybe this scary intimate world of fakes and wannabes and liars… maybe it’s how I finally LEARN how to protect my heart and stop throwing it at people.”

“Maybe.”

I laughed, “We’re fucked…”

“And it’s okay” we said in unison.