Cold Nostalgia, Eloquently put.

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Sun, 12 Aug 2012 22:11:52 -0700

fuckyeahtattoos: Sailor Moon for life.

Sat, 31 Mar 2012 13:41:05 -0700

fuckyeahtattoos:

Sailor Moon for life.

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Fri, 16 Dec 2011 04:28:16 -0700

fuckyeahsitars: fuckyeahsitars: Dan, where are you? My...

Fri, 16 Dec 2011 04:26:57 -0700

fuckyeahsitars:

fuckyeahsitars:

Dan, where are you?

My younger brother Daniel is 24 years old. I’ve always bragged about how gorgeous yet modest, talented but humble he is. Dan’s the most thoughtful, kind, considerate and generally fantastic young man I’ve ever met. He cooks, cleans, dresses well, doesn’t smoke, doesn’t drink – the ultimate SNAG, and I am so proud to be his big sister.

He has travelled the world solo twice, mentored kids, won the Pan-Paciﬁc Championships for the sport he loves, and started his own business. Dan is idolised by his students, adored by his girlfriend and cherished by his family and friends.

Dan told me this February that he thought something was wrong with him. He was incomprehensibly upset – it didn’t make sense to him or me. He’s young, ﬁt, strong, intelligent, grounded and surrounded by love. I didn’t understand that none of that matters when you’re depressed.

Dan did all the right things to try to get himself better. He took the medication he was prescribed, attended the appointments, read books to understand more about the mind. After reading The Art of Happiness several times over, he went to see the Dalai Lama with the hope to broaden his already mature wisdom, knowledge and insight.

I did everything I could to be there for him – my partner Ruth and I attended his gym two nights a week, had him over for dinner, hung out with him when he was lonely. For those 6 months I got up to 10 calls a day from Dan, when he’d often have nothing to say, and just cry. He’d call Ruth at 3am unable to sleep and desperately sad. He really leaned on us, and although we tried to hide the toll it took, I worry he felt like a burden. It broke me to see Dan hurt so much despite our tirelessness.

We went over to his place to play mahjong one night during the 3-day Dalai Lama workshop in June. I had never seen him that happy. We all had such a good time together – I burst into tears of joy as soon as he’d closed the front door. He was getting better.

At 10pm on a Friday night a few weeks later, I got a call from my sister to ask what was going on – Dan had just been registered as a Missing Person. He hasn’t been seen since that morning, when he was having an everyday ordinary chat with Dad in the kitchen. Within half an hour, he’d gone from just bumming around the house, to vanishing into thin air.

I couldn’t sleep – there was way too much to do, too many scenarios to imagine. Quietly, I was conﬁdent he’d just gone away to get some space for a few days, maybe a week. After ﬁve months there’s just as much to do and it can only stop when we’ve found him. It has consumed me, and regardless of what the well-intentioned say, Dan will continue to be my sole focus. I love him, and as exhausted, frustrated and crazy as all of this is making me, I can’t give up.

The worst (and most common) question to answer is ‘What does your gut tell you?’. Those ‘feelings’ people get in the movies; they’re not guaranteed. I have no idea what, how or where. It plagues our minds – we just don’t know. The only thing we do know is that Dan is in Australia. He left without ID, money, his watch or any other belongings, besides his phone (which wasn’t answered the whole day of his disappearance and has been off since that night). He’s just walked away from it all.

Considering someone goes missing every 15 minutes in Australia, we’ve been fortunate with media coverage. I’ve quit my job to manage it, but we’ve had people all over the country putting posters up in their local shops, metropolitan train stations, along major highways. That kind of support has been overwhelming, but Dan is still missing.

This close to Christmas and without even one lead, we’ve been forced to offer a reward. I worry it’ll attract the kind of people who could lead us on a wild, emotional and time-wasting goose chase, but it’s a risk we have to take.

If you can help me ﬁnd him, by means of social media, donation or physically putting a poster up, I’d be so grateful. I promise – he’s worth it (just as I’m sure your brother, son, boyfriend or nephew would be).

Please donate whatever you can (whether it be $5 or $500) to the reward, like the Facebook page to familiarise yourself with his face and follow the tweets for updates as they happen.
Daniel James O’Keeffe is 6ft tall, with hazel eyes, fair skin and brown hair. Keep an eye out over the holidays and if you think you cross paths with him, simply ask ‘Are you Daniel?’. Sightings can be reported via 0478 661 092 (us directly).

Written by his beloved sister, Loren O’Keeffe.

Please don’t scroll past this; let’s bring this man home for Christmas.

reblogging this once a day until it gets over 200 notes.

heartlessbarbie: rosaflora: Joyce Vincent was 41 when she was...

Fri, 16 Dec 2011 03:57:59 -0700

heartlessbarbie:

rosaflora:

Joyce Vincent was 41 when she was found dead in her home, but she was 38 when she died. For three years, from 2003-2006, her body lay surrounded by Christmas gifts she was planning to wrap; the television still on. How does this happen? Especially to a woman who was social, who two-years prior had a high-powered job at Ernst and Young, who had rubbed elbows with celebrities, and who wanted to get married? That’s what Carol Morley set to find out. But her new documentary film, “Dreams of a Life,” is about more than just Joyce Vincent, a young, beautiful London woman whose parents were from the Caribbean and who no one seemed to miss when she was gone. It’s about life, death, and loneliness.”

This is incredibly sad.

:(

What the fuck how do you not notice someone missing for 3 years, holy shit.

E!

Fri, 16 Dec 2011 02:12:55 -0700

They did a segment on Lindsay Lohan wearing a two-piece at the beach.

“Exposing lots of skin doesn’t seem to bother Lindsay one bit.”

I want Miley Cyrus's body.

Fri, 16 Dec 2011 02:07:27 -0700

It’s perfect.

LOOK AT THEM TITTIES.<3

This is how I'm spending my Friday night.

Fri, 16 Dec 2011 01:04:41 -0700

Watching Phineas and Ferb + Tumblin’ with my nigga’ Squooshy.

catondelrosario: AJ Rafael - When We Say (feat. Andrew De...

Fri, 16 Dec 2011 01:02:59 -0700

catondelrosario:

AJ Rafael - When We Say (feat. Andrew De Torres)

This hurts so much to know that you’re
With someone else when you should be with me
It’s just hard to accept that I can’t be around
He better be treatin you good

Relationships aren't for me.

Fri, 09 Dec 2011 00:04:21 -0700

wthellmichelle:

I feel like I’m the last person someone would want to be in a relationship with. I’m so messy when it comes to dealing with my emotions, and I often leave people second guessing about how I actually feel. I get attached too fast, too easily, and I always fuck things up when they’re perfectly fine. On somedays, it’s hard for me to handle myself. Let alone having to worry about someone else. Maybe I’m just one of those people who’s going to be single forever.

/p>

I have 143 followers. ^_^

Fri, 02 Dec 2011 22:21:03 -0700

So cute. Haha.

Why can’t I have a body like this. T_T

Fri, 02 Dec 2011 22:20:01 -0700

Why can’t I have a body like this. T_T

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Thu, 01 Dec 2011 00:06:38 -0700

Time goes by slower now.

Wed, 30 Nov 2011 21:44:00 -0700

I can’t put a label on what I’m exactly feeling. It’s a flux of negative emotions that I can’t quite seem to escape. Not when I’m alone, anyway. I never…expected you to fix my problems for me. I just wanted you to be there to face them with me. Memories of what we once were continue to travel at a progressively faster velocity in my hopeless mind. It never really stops. Slows down and takes a small break every now and then, I guess, but…never ultimately stops. Lets momentum carry it along. When it decides to take a “break”, it speeds up and comes to a sudden halt— crashing into the walls of my brain’s limbic system.

And when that happens…I reach an even lower level of pitiable numbness. I’m an emotional bottom-feeder, sucking on the blood of what used to be, picking at my imperfections…mistakes, increasing the magnitude of insecurities, hammering the malleability out of my collective stability. Every enzyme and protein in each cell is singly operated-repressed-induced-activated. Valves and arteries pump the virulent venom, rapidly quickening its pace, tortuously keeping me alive and yet, not alive at all. A rush of warm seas tread their own paths, continuously traveling its own current, down-down-down into oblivion. Myosin and actin filaments slide with a drastic lack of rhythm, pulsating random twitches in major limbs; phalanges reflexively reaching anywhere, at anything, to hold on to—wires of hair, numbers of nearby appliances and objects, arms, legs, torso—anything to take grasp of, extracting a second of the greatest tension. The open area of what is foolishly called a home begins to hungrily enclose my existence, eating away at any sense of security ignorantly imagined. Every ounce of sanity completely and seemingly irrevocably ceases into the faux pastures of captivated havens. The necessities of the maintenance for emotional and mental stability, all trotting away into sanctuary—sanctuary: the impignorated shelter where you belong, but continually to drown out of, into the hell of the cherished life lived with the past paramour, my inamoroto. A circle becomes more than a shape and more of a curvalinear path of disconnectedness. And then—

It stops.

Pauses, more likely.

And begins again, imperceptibly reaching into lower levels of wretched desolation.

Titanic was filmed in a plastic pool

Wed, 30 Nov 2011 20:23:17 -0700

justshutup-bro:

MY WHOLE LIFE IS A LIE

Sigh*.

Wed, 30 Nov 2011 20:15:27 -0700

Sigh*.

ackhun: We Found Love (Piano & Acoustic Cover) - Boyce...

Wed, 30 Nov 2011 20:08:57 -0700

ackhun:

We Found Love (Piano & Acoustic Cover) - Boyce Avenue

I wish I could sing.