What you will find here: Songs that I love.
Things that I think are funny.
People that I find attractive.
Food that looks effing delicious.
Baby animals that make me squee.
Cool lookin' shit.
Life is too fucking precious, too wonderful, too beautifully amazing to waste a drop of it not being true to you, not creating your dreams, not loving, giving, experiencing and being anything other than truly fucking happy.
By (via uplifted-vibrations)
Judge them on how they treat the waiter. Judge them on how far they’re willing to travel, not how much they’re willing to pay.
Judge them on how they talk to children, if the get down on their knees and ‘eat’ the playdoh spaghetti, judge them that little bit better.
Judge them on how they acknowledge homeless people, judge them on how they speak to fast food workers, judge them on how they respond to the Tuesday morning Job Centre queue.
Judge them on where they’re willing to sleep - if they’ll get on the floor with you under a sheet, hold them that little bit tighter.
Judge them on how much their eyes light up when they speak of their passions - whether that’s writing, Star Wars, or make-up.
Judge them on how well they speak of their friends, and how those friends look at them.
Judge them by how proudly they sing along, how often they laugh until they cry, and their ability to laugh loudly and freely at nothing at all.
Don’t judge them on their last hair cut, the shape of their stomach, or how thick their wallet is.
Judge them on how they communicate with your parents, judge them on the questions they ask you - if their phone gets more focus than you, call a friend and get out of there.
Judge them not only on the compliments they and out, but also the insults they throw.
Judge them on how they treat people they don’t understand: watch how they treat the teetotal and the drunk; the girl covered head to toe and the one with flesh out. More importantly, judge them on how often they perceive the world to be that black and white, if they think in binaries, judge them a little bit harsher.
Judge them by how much other people’s choices bother them - if they really care about someone else’s butterfly tattoo that much, are you sure you want to share with them all your scars, stretchmarks, and glorious skin?
Judge them by how they act on holiday, by how easily they can say ‘fuck it’ and take a leap, judge them by how they do shots, how liberal they are with sharing their tobacco, and how often they ask someone about their day, before speaking about their own.
Judge them by how tightly they hold your hand. How long their eyes linger on yours. How easy your silence is. How often you catch them watching you as you’re reading a book, drinking tea, shaving your legs -
judge them first by how magical they find your mundane, and later by how content they are with your comfort.
By If you have to judge, here’s how you know - J.M (via lushpuppy)