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The point of the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge

the point of pouring a shit ton of ice water over yourself is because when one suffers from amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS) one of the effects the disease has is a numbness throughout the body, as well as struggling to breathe, and both these are meant to temporarily happen when doused in freezing water. It’s to raise awareness of what ALS feels like and encourage donations towards research and cures.

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I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.

Kuba Wojewodzki, Polish journalist and comedian (via wordsthat-speak)

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It would be too emotional to delete them (or I am too sensitive ahah). Actually exhausting with 2 so I can’t imagine with 3 :’)
Exactly, have it for a while now and who knows, maybe one day I will be obsessed again haha
Don’t think 2 or 3 makes a huge difference but ofc it depends on how much you post and posting your own stuff involves a lot more work than posting a pic you found online.

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Always like that ! You’ve never done any mistake with your blogs ahah. How much do you have? I guess 3? Do I guess well :)
I’m not sure if the mistakes would be obvious to others xD I guess with one blog but not sure, just sometimes it’s a bit complicated.
Actually it are 5 which sounds a lot but one is only for stuff I wrote and I’m not really using an other but don’t want to delete it either, so three which cause the “trouble” haha

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sometimes I want to reblog things on both, and it’s really exhausting #lazy ahah. Nah I understand you completly
hahaha I’m always “afraid” to mess it up and post stuff at the wrong blog and then there are messages, answers, queues. Sometimes it’s crazy while, mostly when you have a lot of time, there is nothing…