Kids born between 1995 and 1998 are interesting because they fall somewhere between Gen X and Millenials cause they grew up on the tail end of left over 90s stuff but also were right there at the beginning of the 2000s and all that tech and innovation. They don’t really identify with, like, Nirvana being the voice of their generation, but they still hold onto the 90s nostalgia and remember a time before widespread Internet and dial up. 9/11 is like a distant memory but the ramifications are just an accepted part of life. They remember a time before iPhones and the economic collapse but much of the pop culture is too old for them. They’re an interesting transition group of kids that don’t really fit perfectly into either group. I just think that’s really interesting.
(via mis-guidedx)
something good shall happen today, I manifest this to be a great week
Amen!
This post blessed me fam:
During the week I got a job, a place to stay, booked my 21st birthday trip, finished my classes, got a test extension, saw me sister and she bought me food, vibed with some beautiful black people&&&&&&&&&&&&&
ERYKAH BADU BLESSED ME AND TOUCHED ME AND SANG TO ME.
reblog for your blessings fam.
Wow 1 day after reblogging this my mom got preapproved for a major house loan. God is good
I’m so happy to hear that!
We are the creators & co-creators of oyr universe.Anything is possible.
I reblogged this this week and I just won a giveaway from my favourite webstore, this post is magical.
Praying for everyone
2 minutes after I re blogged this, the person in first place on Mario kart got a blue turtle shell and I moved up to first. God is real.
Bless up!!!!!!!!
Sending blessings everyone’s way!!
(via mis-guidedx)
Non-cutesy self-care tips
Have you been eating well? If not, eat a piece of fruit or a handful of nuts. You need vitamins; you need protein.
You’re probably not drinking enough water.
When is the last time you showered? Take a cold shower to wake you up or a hot shower if you need to relax.
Do the laundry that’s been piling up. You’ve been wearing that sweatshirt for too long.
Take care of the dishes in the sink that have been there for three days and have started to stress you out.
Did you brush your teeth this morning? How about your hair?
Listen to the messages on your phone that have been there for days.
Go outside for at least a couple minutes. You don’t even have to do anything; just sit down. Breathe in the fresh air and get some vitamin D.
Open your blinds. Your room is too dark and it’s probably making you tired.
Spend some time with your pet. Pet them, feed them, take them for a walk or clean out their litterbox. Caring for them will make you feel useful and responsible and give you something to do.
The self-care posts that tell you to take a bath and eat chocolate and read a book are good, but do what needs to be done first. Eating chocolate when you haven’t showered in four days and you can’t remember when the last time you changed your underwear was won’t make you feel better. It will probably make you feel worse. Clean yourself up; clean your surroundings up. Then take care of the little things. Tackle life one thing at a time.
(via offwiththydreams)
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i.
I keep rereading the letter I wrote to you
back when we wouldn’t pay attention to our own movie marathon
and inevitably lock our lips together.
We would never know what happened to Mike Wazowski at Monsters’ University
or understand the worldwide obsession for Disney’s newest icy animation
but it’s not like we cared.
I keep washing the tear stains off my cheeks because
I can’t sit through any film
without the thought of you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
ii.
I remember once believing
that I could perhaps live without you.
But then I bumped into you at the mall.
You just stood there
with the hair I loved to run my hands through
and the eyes that I had fallen in love with
so many times.
All the memories I had tried so hard to keep locked away
came flooding back,
wave after wave.
It took everything I had
not to break down like an old pickup truck.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I really miss you.
iii.
I have developed the ability to play back
everything in our entire relationship
that meant something to me.
I miss reading your text messages when you’re at my front door.
The ones where you ask me to open it and let you in,
because you’re either too fucking shy or too fucking lazy to ring the doorbell.
Your kisses were my heroin,
because you tasted like everything I could ever love.
I make sure to sing “Nothing” by The Script
with all that I have
everytime it comes up on my iTunes
because I know it’s one of your favorite songs.
I have developed the ability to play back
everything in our entire relationship
because it meant everything to me.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss everything about you.
iv.
I’m beginning to blame everything on you.
We could’ve worked if you did your part,
or if you showed me that you loved me
as much as everyone told me you did.
Why did you have to give up?
Why did you have to stay silent?
Why did you have to let this happen?
Because god damn it, I miss you.
I miss you.
I really fucking miss you.
v.
My sincerest apologies.
But you’re going to have to die
by my imagination.
You’re going to have to ceast to exist in my mind
because I have lost myself
after losing you.
I’ll write you an obituary—
you and us,
because I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you too much.
- J.Y., Look What You’ve Done to Me (via jessicaysabelle)