Tuesday with 204,091 notes / reblog

Why the wedding ring is worn on the fourth finger: The Chinese give a beautiful explanation to this. The thumb represents your parents. The index finger represents your siblings. The middle finger represents yourself. The ring finger represents your life partner. The little finger/pinky represents your children. Hold your hands together like the picture. Join your middle fingers back-to-back, and the remaining fingers tip-to-tip. Now, try to separate your thumbs. They will separate because your parents are not destined to live with you forever. Rejoin your thumbs and separate your index fingers. They will separate because your siblings will have their own families and lead their own lives. Rejoin your index fingers and separate your little fingers/pinkies. They will separate because your children will grow up, get married, and settle down. Rejoin your little fingers/pinkies and try to separate your ring finger. They will not be able to separate because your life partner is meant to be with you throughout your entire life, through thick and thin.
Monday with 6 notes / reblog
I just started watching this show and it is bloody brilliant. Jon Hamm is great. January Jones is great. Elisabeth Moss is great.
Welp

It has been a while. I have been incredibly absent. Not just from Tumblr, but also from life. I thought I was “better”, I thought that things were going my way, and then I fucked up.

Unfortunately when I fuck up, I do it hard. I am so proud, and so stubborn that I completely ignore the issue. So if I hurt someone, I might just cut ties with that person and run. I run and I hide so that I do not need to think about the problem.

I guess that makes me a coward.

Anyway, last night I really had to sit down and get shit done. From 7PM to 7AM last night I wrote 17 pages of work for my history class from the entire term. So yeah, that sucked.

Sunday with 81,301 notes / reblog
"To keep your face expressionless was not difficult, and even your breathing could be controlled, with an effort: but you could not control the beating of your heart"
George Orwell, 1984 (via kiboun)

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