materiajunkie:

ever wonder about the real purpose of your endless frantic activity?

materiajunkie:

ever wonder about the real purpose of your endless frantic activity?

Breakfast is good at any time of the day. 
But especially night :) 

I only really wear makeup TWO NIGHTS A WEEK.

And that’s only for a couple hours because of work.

But those two days kill my face, yo.

Any touch of makeup, and BAM. Break out.

I’ve been pimple free pretty much all summer, too. :((((

Ugh.

❝For you, I was a chapter. For me, you were the book.❞ -Tom McNeal (via fluffynips)
❝Center and collect yourself every single time you speak. Be mindful of your words.❞ -Lama Surya Das  (via moreofamore)
patternbank:

Here at Patternbank we like to get behind the scenes, dig around and ask questions. This is the first in series of Q&A sessions that we’ll be doing with some of the top creative talents from around the world. Today we get an insight into the remarkably talented Joshua Hibbert who has very kindly answered these questions…
Original Article

patternbank:

Here at Patternbank we like to get behind the scenes, dig around and ask questions. This is the first in series of Q&A sessions that we’ll be doing with some of the top creative talents from around the world. Today we get an insight into the remarkably talented Joshua Hibbert who has very kindly answered these questions…

Original Article

One thing that I know is certain in this life:

homeskooldjunglefreak:

The Black Keys will always make me feel sexy.

h0ll4.

I’m living proof.

I feel like every teen— actually, I feel like everybody, goes though some form of depression once in their life. Some depression may last for a month, a week, and for unfortunate others, depression can last for some years.

Life’s a bitch, you know? 

We all see all the suicidal tumblr posts and hear about tons of people who cut themselves; it’s actually really sad how unfazed I am when someone tells me they “cut” now.

Life’s a bitch, you know?

Highschool was the death of me.

Being in an unstable relationship was the death of me.

Being told things like “you’re not worth it” hurt me.

Facing the reality that no matter how much freedom I yearn for I can’t have it right now. It stresses me out. I felt confined. I feel confined. There is so much of my young life I feel I’ve missed out on because of my restrictors.

I lost myself.

There were three weeks straight where I would start crying at night, often for no specific reason at all.

I could go on and on, but to get to the point—

Four months later, I am up and running and feeling completely better.

Well, almost completely. I still have troubles and problems and things that stress me out, but don’t we all?

So basically, I’m just saying that depression is easy to diagnose, (I mean they diagnosed me and prescribed me antidepressants, though I told them I neither needed them nor wanted to take them), and in most cases I believe it’s just a phase everyone will encounter at least once in their life. Some more severe than others, obviously. 

Everyone has the power to take the reins on their life and make the best of it. 

Life’s a bitch, you know?

Never felt like I could be 100% honest with anybody.

I never have to this day.

But now.

I’m done.

I’m blunt and honest, I’m reckless and free-spirited, I’m me and I accept myself.

Hare lo que me de la gana!