HOW CAN WE BE HAPPY ?
Once a group of 50 people was attending a seminar.
Suddenly the speaker stopped and decided to do a group activity. He started giving each one a balloon. Each one was asked to write his/her name on it using a marker pen. Then all the balloons were collected and put in another room.
Now these delegates were let in that room and asked to find the balloon which had their name written, within 5 minutes. Everyone was frantically searching for their name, colliding with each other, pushing around others and there was utter chaos.
At the end of 5 minutes no one could find their own balloon.
Now each one was asked to randomly collect a balloon and give it to the person whose name was written on it.
Within minutes everyone had their own balloon.
The speaker began— exactly this is happening in our lives. Everyone is frantically looking for happiness all around, not knowing where it is.
Our happiness lies in the happiness of other people. Give them their happiness; you will get your own happiness.
And this is the purpose of human life.
oh my god i’m fucking sick of this generation’s mentality that your sadness is beautiful and somebody will fix you and all this fucking john green shit nobody will find you in a bookstore reading bukowski and want to lie with you and nobody will kiss your scars and you will not be like effie and freddie you’ve got to be your own fucking hero and surround yourself with positivity
i wish i was a boy instead of a girl they dont have periods and they dont get as many unwelcome sexual comments as girls do
boys have to deal with girls on their periods
shove a cactus in your anus buddy
(Source: darmani, via thebutthurtandthebrave)
"I want someone to fall so deeply in love with me that they spray paint my name all over walls of abandoned buildings"
If you don’t like piercings, don’t get any.
If you don’t like tattoos, don’t get any.
If you don’t agree with abortions, don’t get one.
If you don’t like gay marriage, don’t marry your same gender.
If you don’t like something, don’t do it.
But DO NOT prevent someone else from doing it just because you don’t like it.
Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High? by The Arctic Monkeys // This is layered so that the right ear plays before the left to make a round.
*points to bedroom* This is where we frick frack.
*points to kitchen* This is where we snick snack.
*points to living room* This is where we kick back.
*points to bathroom* This is where we shit shat.
People who give books as gifts are my favorite people. Because they are actually looking at a story or have read a story and want you to enjoy it too or think that you would like it. I don’t know why I just think it’s really special and it makes me happy.