Aug
28
2014

Reblogged from mostlycatsmostly :

mostlycatsmostly:

 (by __AK__)

I need this gosh dang flipping creature <3

mostlycatsmostly:

 (by __AK__)

I need this gosh dang flipping creature <3

Aug
26
2014
Aug
26
2014

Reblogged from best-of-memes :

That beautiful potato &lt;3

That beautiful potato <3

Aug
26
2014

Reblogged from fuckyesmarriedmusic :

Explore. Dream. Discover!

Explore. Dream. Discover!

(Source: feellng)

Aug
24
2014

"I am no king. I have no throne."

Room To Breathe - You Me At Six

Aug
24
2014

Reblogged from jayalice :

"You simply have to watch:
Where does mind arise from?
Where does thought come from?
What is the source of this thought?
Then you will see that you have always been Free and that everything has been a dream."

Papaji (via oceanandwave)

Aug
24
2014

The Human Experience

Some say their purpose in life is to be kind. Be selfless, be kind, give to the poor, reap rewards in the next life. Some say it is to live a life of no regrets. To be able to say at the end of your life, “I lived the best life I could and I don’t regret a thing I did.” Some say it’s to praise a higher power, a Creator, if you will, to make things about our Creator, not about ourselves, for everything given to us in this life was given to us by our god and our god will take us to a better place if we serve him or her. Some say this is it, this is all we have, so success in this life is the most important thing. Make the most money, have the most expensive possessions, climb the highest in the career ladder. 

My opinion of the purpose of life: The Human Experience.

What makes being a human so sacred is the experiences we have. What one person experiences can be completely different from what another experiences. Even at the same place, at the same time, doing the same thing, no two people experience is the same. I never take for granted my senses: Taste, smell, touch, hearing, smell. I marvel at these experiences. Our Creator gave us these amazing abilities to be able to experience life on earth as deeply as possible. Taste, biologically to help us know what is good and what is bad to eat for our bodies as well as giving us pleasure when we taste something we like. Touch, biologically to warn us when something is too hot, cold, or painful, along with the amazing feelings of a hug or kiss. Each sense serves a dual purpose, to help us survive and adapt to the conditions of this planet and to serve as a pleasurable experience.

We’re not robots. We have souls that speak to our mind and a mind that speaks to our body. We have the ability to feel love, anger, joy, sadness, kindness, and betrayal. Everything affects us, from birth to death. The songs we listen to, the foods we eat, the people we meet. Our experiences mold us into who we are, how we feel about people, what we do. Our world view. 

I’ve heard many people say something like this. “Our experiences don’t matter, our identity is through Christ, we know who we are through Him.” So, you’re telling me that I enjoy metal music because God instilled that in me. I’m an artist because I was born that way. I had no choice? What if I was born in the middle of nowhere with no Internet, I may have never been exposed metal music and maybe I was homeschooled by a mom who had never touched an art supply. I believe that my music tastes and my love of art strongly shape my identity. Music and art are very important to me because of the experiences I have with them. I get a sense of euphoria when I play a song that speaks to me. I blare that song until I get the chords and rhythm tattooed onto my mind. That song is a part of me, now. I soak up the words, the emotion behind them, how it makes me feel, my perception of the ideas that that band is portraying. I love this song. I attempt to come up with the words I need to describe it. I could show this song to someone and explain to them why I liked this song so much. They wouldn’t get it. Even if they do get my words, I can’t share with them the feeling I get while playing/listening to it. It will make them feel completely different. The same applies regarding my art. I don’t care if people hate it or love it, it’s mine. I created that. That’s my perception of an idea, a recreation of someone’s work I idolize and how it makes me feel. My art reflects how I feel and my experiences. Art isn’t about being completely original, it’s about having an opinion. If I had gone through different experiences, my art would be completely different, I have no doubt. It’s something I love to do and that’s a feeling I wouldn’t trade the world for. 

We wouldn’t have such intense emotions if not for a reason. We wouldn’t be so dramatically affected by our experiences if they meant nothing. We wouldn’t have been given free will if who we are didn’t matter. We wouldn’t be able to have fun, feel pleasure, or feel the things we do if the human experience didn’t matter in the eyes of our creator. Our Creator wouldn’t make such a stunning, beautiful world full of mystery if we weren’t meant to live to the fullest and experience it. This world wouldn’t appeal to our senses if we were to only take it for granted and ignore it. I don’t think who we are is predetermined. I think we make who we are and our experiences help shape us. It’s our choice what we do with them. We can let what happens to us tear us down or make us stronger. It’s our choice what do with our experiences. I choose to let them help me grow and when I do fall down, I get back up again. I want to have the most human experiences I can until I ascend into the next life. Positive and negative, they are all important, and I embrace them. Worry and fear tear away at the human experience. They take away from today, tomorrow, and the future. They keep us from failing. There is nothing wrong with failure. Failing is part of life, teaching us a lesson on what not to do next time. Anyone who did anything didn’t do it right the first time. They failed until they figured it out. Worry rids us of tomorrow’s strength. It’s a misuse of imagination. Use that imagination to create something. What happens happens, you can’t change it, but you can change what you think about, do with your time, and how you respond. Stop worrying about tomorrow and live today. Tomorrow may never come. The human experience is short, so live doing what you love.

Aug
24
2014

You Me At Six, holy bologna, so underrated. I forget how much I love this band. I heard their song “Room to Breathe” and just loved the sharks out of it. My dang Shazam wouldn’t work, so I had to wait to see who it was by. I was excited to see that it was by them. I never would have guessed. They have progressed in their sound so much since I have listened to them last. I love that about them. I’m OKAY if a band doesn’t progress much if I like their initial sound, I won’t hold it against them, but it’s always exciting when it happens. It seems more real. Like they actually give a crap about their music, their dreams and goals for the band, and their listeners. Anyway, listen to this band if you haven’t heard them, they are stellar. 

Aug
23
2014

Reblogged from smartgirlsattheparty :

smartgirlsattheparty:


An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose
 The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.  I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me  with a smile that lit up her entire being.  She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?” I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.  “Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked. She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…” “No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. “I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the  next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”  as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.  Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and  she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.  At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was  introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell  you what I know.” As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop  playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.  You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing  older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.  Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.  Have no regrets. The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those  with regrets.” She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.” She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died  peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s  never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it! These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE. REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS  OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

We adore Smart Girl Rose!!

smartgirlsattheparty:

An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose


The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.
I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me
with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.

“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.

She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”

“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the
next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”
as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and
she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was
introduced and stepped up to the podium.

As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell
you what I know.”

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop
playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.

You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing
older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.

If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.
Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those
with regrets.”

She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died
peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s
never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS
OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

We adore Smart Girl Rose!!

(Source: michiamocristina)

Aug
22
2014

Reblogged from fuckiminmytwenties :

"

Robin Williams didn’t die from suicide. I only just heard the sad, sad news of Robin Williams’s death. My wife sent me a message to tell me he had died, and, when I asked her what he died from, she told me something that nobody in the news seems to be talking about.

When people die from cancer, their cause of death can be various horrible things – seizure, stroke, pneumonia – and when someone dies after battling cancer, and people ask “How did they die?”, you never hear anyone say “pulmonary embolism”, the answer is always “cancer”. A Pulmonary Embolism can be the final cause of death with some cancers, but when a friend of mine died from cancer, he died from cancer. That was it. And when I asked my wife what Robin Williams died from, she, very wisely, replied “Depression”.

The word “suicide” gives many people the impression that “it was his own decision,” or “he chose to die, whereas most people with cancer fight to live.” And, because Depression is still such a misunderstood condition, you can hardly blame people for not really understanding. Just a quick search on Twitter will show how many people have little sympathy for those who commit suicide…

But, just as a Pulmonary Embolism is a fatal symptom of cancer, suicide is a fatal symptom of Depression. Depression is an illness, not a choice of lifestyle. You can’t just “cheer up” with depression, just as you can’t choose not to have cancer. When someone commits suicide as a result of Depression, they die from Depression – an illness that kills millions each year. It is hard to know exactly how many people actually die from Depression each year because the figures and statistics only seem to show how many people die from “suicide” each year (and you don’t necessarily have to suffer Depression to commit suicide, it’s usually just implied). But considering that one person commits suicide every 14 minutes in the US alone, we clearly need to do more to battle this illness, and the stigmas that continue to surround it. Perhaps Depression might lose some its “it was his own fault” stigma, if we start focussing on the illness, rather than the symptom. Robin Williams didn’t die from suicide. He died from Depression*. It wasn’t his choice to suffer that.

"

Tom Clempsom  (via whismical)

A very unique, humanistic way to look at it.

(Source: mollyfamous)

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