My Integrated Internet Playground

a smish of this,
a smoosh of that,
a Smattering of things I love

You’ll pry my Oxford comma from my cold, dead, and lifeless hands.

tieenthusiast:

This is true, accurate, and important to know.

(Source: delgrosso)

delladilly:

my roommate just got her period and came storming into the kitchen shouting THIS IS JUST NOT AN EFFICIENT REWARD SYSTEM FOR NOT GETTING PREGNANT.

(via tieenthusiast)

“I find it hard to name the one book that was so damn delightful it changed my life. The truth is, they have all changed my life, every single one of them—even the ones I hated. Books are my version of “experiences.” I’m made of them.”

—   Zadie Smith (via thatlitsite)

“She is a friend of my mind. She gathers me, man. The pieces I am, she gathers them and gives them back to me in all the right order.”

—   Toni Morrison, Beloved (via eros-addict)

(Source: deeplystained, via eros-addict)

“It’s okay to be two separate people. When people get married, ‘two become one.’ That’s subtraction. Somebody got lost.”

—   Sinbad (via thatlitsite)

“If you want to test someone’s character, give him respect. If he has good character, he will respect you more, if he has bad character, he will think he is the best of all.”

—   Imam Ali Ibn Abi Talib  (via dahlia—noir)

(Source: lipstick-bullet, via dahlia--noir)

learning-to-love-myself:

nothingishappyanymore:

 If Barbie was an actual woman, she would be 5’9” tall, have a 39” bust, an 18” waist, 33” hips and a size 3 shoe.
• Barbie calls this a “full figure” and likes her weight at 110 lbs.
• At 5’9” tall and weighing 110 lbs, Barbie would have a BMI of 16.24 and fit the weight criteria for anorexia. She likely would not menstruate.
• If Barbie was a real woman, she’d have to walk on all fours due to her proportions.
 • Slumber Party Barbie was introduced in 1965 and came with a bathroom scale permanently set at 110 lbs with a book entitled “How to Lose Weight” with directions inside stating simply “Don’t eat.”
i’m always reblogging this.
I’ve reblogged this a million times and will ALWAYS reblog it.  She is so beautiful…It’s a great message.

I always reblog this when I see it on my dash.

learning-to-love-myself:

nothingishappyanymore:

 If Barbie was an actual woman, she would be 5’9” tall, have a 39” bust, an 18” waist, 33” hips and a size 3 shoe.

• Barbie calls this a “full figure” and likes her weight at 110 lbs.

• At 5’9” tall and weighing 110 lbs, Barbie would have a BMI of 16.24 and fit the weight criteria for anorexia. She likely would not menstruate.

• If Barbie was a real woman, she’d have to walk on all fours due to her proportions.

 • Slumber Party Barbie was introduced in 1965 and came with a bathroom scale permanently set at 110 lbs with a book entitled “How to Lose Weight” with directions inside stating simply “Don’t eat.”

i’m always reblogging this.

I’ve reblogged this a million times and will ALWAYS reblog it.  She is so beautiful…It’s a great message.

I always reblog this when I see it on my dash.

(via bl-ossomed)

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”

—   Anaïs Nin (via kushandwizdom)

(via kushandwizdom)

“Intimacy is one of my most favorite reasons to be alive. And I don’t just mean the physical aspect it leads to. I mean the number of stories and jokes, and the level of honesty and compassion that lead to the point where I can trust you with my entire body. I’ve come to realize that I constantly hunger for spiritual intimacy – the kind where when I breathe you in, it sets my lungs on fire. The kind where you can look me in the eye and make me feel completely bare.”

—   Connotativewords | jl | Depth  (via 4thletter)

(Source: connotativewords, via fromotherworlds)

““Lack of motivation” is a generally misunderstood symptom of depression. It does not mean that I sit around thinking, “Oh, I’m so depressed; why bother to do shit I don’t want to do anyway.” It means not that I lack discipline, but that there is a mental disconnect between my conscious mind, which says I want or need to do X, and the part of my brain which actually initiates activity. It prevents me from doing things I would very much like to do, as well as things I need to do, rather than indicating simply a lack of interest in doing things which are not immediately rewarding.

If you want or need to go somewhere, whether somewhere you’re eagerly looking forward to going, or somewhere routine, or to the dentist for a root canal which you may be much averse to but have nevertheless decided will leave you better off in the long run, and you get in your car, turn the key in the ignition repeatedly, yet the engine sputters but does not engage, this is not an indication that you don’t really want to go anywhere. It’s an indication that something is wrong with the equipment you need to transport you there.

I am fully capable of sitting for hours, thinking periodically, “I need to pee,” then, “I really need to pee,” and eventually, “Damn, I need to pee,” before being able to jump start the part of my brain which engages with the task of getting up and walking the ten feet to the bathroom, and initiates the movement which allows me to do that.

The more complex the task, the harder it can be, because a more complex sequence of actions must be, in some sense, imagined and targeted before the actions necessary to bring them about can be initiated. Most people are unaware that this process even takes place, because in a healthy brain, it occurs swiftly and automatically. In my brain, it does not.”