Across the Synapse

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nprmusic:

We sent Yo-Yo Ma and many of his close friends from all over the world to a theatrical props warehouse in Brooklyn to jam and it is ridiculous

Classical musicians goin’ nuts. Love it. -Emily

theaddactress:

eggaroo:

cannibalucifer:

funnybrunette:

do you just ever get so mad that you mentally insult every single thing that people do around you

like 

"hey i finished this question" good for you little fucking brat like wow didnt anyone teach you not to boast

dude my internal insulting isnt even that good its more just a constant stream of fuck you fucking fuck shit think youre the fucking shit nipple dont you fuck shit

shit nipple

forever reblog

ahahha so perf

I will bruise your lips,
and scar your knees
and love you too hard.

I will destroy you
in the most beautiful way possible.

And when I leave,
you will finally understand,
why storms are named after people.

M.K., Katrina  (via psychedeli-sandwitch)
Don’t trust charming. Why? Because the boy who can talk all the right words knows it too well. Things like boys and love aren’t meant to be practiced like that, it should be a bit awkward- it should be raw.
The best advice I’ve ever received. (via fawun)
  1. if you don’t like your name don’t use it.
  2. scream at the sky, whisper secrets to the ocean, hold hands with clouds. the world is yours if you want it to be.
  3. do things that make you nervous and let the feeling consume you until you feel scared and alive and want to throw up.
  4. don’t worry about falling in love.
  5. pick flowers whenever you see them and leave them wherever you go.
  6. kiss all the things that make you happy and all the things that make you sad, kiss everything that makes you feel anything.
  7. weave stars into your clothes and always remember that you came from them and will go back to them again someday.
  8. never empty your pockets.
  9. light dead flowers on fire when you’re feeling sad, let their smell fill your lungs and make you forget about life.
  10. diet coca cola will make your head spin and your throat burn, drink it when you’re feeling like things are going to get bad.
  11. if a boy with pretty eyes asks you who you are, show him your scars and your freckles and your bruises and let him know that you are alive.
  12. the best people have electricity running through their veins and around their hearts, let them shock you.
  13. forget how old you are, it does not matter.
  14. if something or someone makes you want to run then do it, run until your legs go numb and your heart is about to explode and you forget how to breathe.
  15. when the world is asleep make the night your friend and you will become invincible.
  16. get lost in another city and don’t ask for directions.
  17. cry if you want to, but try not to drown in your tears.
  18. do not be afraid of the sight of blood or the sound of bones snapping or the smell of hospital beds.
  19. race the moon while you’re driving until you’re going faster than the speed of light.
  20. never sit still.

alina guevara, how to not understand life and be okay with it (via plantsoul)

peace

(via cleanbodyfreshstart)

When someone else tries to act like an expert about my favorite TV show

anneisrestless:

I don’t want my
name to taste
the same as hers.

These words describe what I never could.

You know someone is very much over you when the drunk calls and texts stop.

chelseaalysse:

"Everything in my head went quiet. 

All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. 

When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. 

Even in bed, I’m thinking: 
Did I lock the doors? Yes. 
Did I wash my hands? Yes. 
Did I lock the doors? Yes. 
Did I wash my hands? Yes. 
But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips.. 
Or the eyelash on her cheek- 
the eyelash on her cheek- 
the eyelash on her cheek. 
I knew I had to talk to her. 
I asked her out six times in thirty seconds. 
She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going. 
On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or talking to her.. 
But she loved it. 
She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times at different times of the day. 
She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk. 
When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely lock the door eighteen times. 
I’d always watch her mouth when she talked- 
when she talked- 
when she talked- 
when she talked; 
when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges. 
At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off. 
She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her. 
But then.. She said I was taking up too much of her time. 
That I couldn’t kiss her goodbye so much because I was making her late for work.. 
When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line.. 
When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking.. 
And last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place. 
She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but.. 
How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her? 
Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. 
I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her. 
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. 
I see myself crushed my an endless succession of cars.. 
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. 
I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel.. 
How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe. 
How she blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out-…. 
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her. 
I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once-he doesn’t care if it’s perfect! 
I want her back so bad.. 
I leave the door unlocked. 
I leave the lights on. ”

Be with someone that requires you to grow, makes you forget your problems, holds your hand, likes to kiss, appreciates art, and adores you.
Mama Zara (via young-wanderer)