Love Them All
A blog about me, Myriah :)(: i like music and good times. i am in love with people; i would marry you ALL if i could :) i also love the idea of infinity. just, anything that goes on and on; any two things that are tied together even if they're far apart at some points; anything that repeats in a cycle. aaaaaaaaaand yeah. stalk the blog or ask me stuff if you want to know anything. if you are aware of my other blog (click the "my life track" tab), this is where i put all the things that i CANNOT find music for :p im an INFJ avidly looking for other INFJs, or just anyone who actually understands what that is haha ;p so yeah. this is my life :)
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Video reblogged from Live. Life. Loud.[Flash 10 is required to watch video]
Taking place in England the owners of the yard slowly kept adding sections to the contraption so when the squirrel learned one section and got the nuts, they’d add another section. It took over 2 weeks to get to the final product you see in the video.
OMG….
the most beautiful thing ive ever seen
damn smart squirrel
this deserves reblogging
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Photoset reblogged from Becca Giddens :]
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Link reblogged from INFJ Confessions
INFJ: Are we getting close to the Museum?
INFP: *shrugs*
INFJ: … I’m getting a bad feeling about this.
INFP: Your bad feelings are setting off my bad feelings.
INFJ: Oh hell no.
INFP: I was contently wandering without purpose, and now-
INFJ: You don’t know where…ITS SO TRUE THOUGH. lol. arjuna, i love you.
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Link reblogged from Countdown to the end of my worthless life.
(Source: one-more-lost-soul)
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you’re chipping away at me. all of you. you don’t know it, but you are. every little thing you do, it comes back to me like a hammer; like i’m at the end receiving all your unwitting, thoughtless blows. you dont know. i must seem so strong, so impervious to the “insignificant” damages you cause. but i’m not. it all starts chipping away, until the day comes when i’m just cracked and chiseled enough that i shatter.
i guess it’s not your fault. you cant fix something that wasnt made right anyway. i’m like an ice sculpture whose water wasnt right when they froze me. so i’ve been stuck like this, frozen in my own poison, until they took me out and put me on a table somewhere. and all the children, they ooo and aaah and they come and put their hands all over me and flick their fingers on me. they barely notice when a tiny chip of ice flies away on contact. but i know. i am aware. i have always been aware. i sit frozen and feel that i melt away and fly away, and no one cares.
and i dread the day when the last chip flies off, when the last crack extends around me and i shatter. i burst and cascade to the ground in a million unidentifiable, horrendous pieces. when i become useless and broken, finally meeting my destiny as one of the ill-made, unnecessary things of the world whose maker is chastised for creating. i dread the day when all of my broken glory is stolen from me by all of you and your frivolous taking.
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we’re all selfish. all of us. we’re just a bunch of selfish bitches who strive only to gain everything for ourselves. we dont consider the thoughts of other people, the needs or the wants or the pain. we just barge ahead thinking only of ourselves.
and i’m sick of it.
