The Latest

forgive me, father.
Jul 28, 2014

forgive me, father.

Jul 28, 2014 / 120,405 notes
347dreamin.
Jul 26, 2014

347dreamin.

Jul 26, 2014 / 11,983 notes
You can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that it’s him.
Ten Word Story, Meghan Hale (via m-e-ghan)

(via inferencing)

Jul 25, 2014 / 96,522 notes
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 / 239 notes
my mom just let me borrow this.
Jul 23, 2014 / 4 notes

my mom just let me borrow this.

nichole337vevo:

dream house
Jul 23, 2014 / 15,458 notes

nichole337vevo:

dream house

(via tasteslikeangst)

Jul 22, 2014 / 9,286 notes
twistedthoughtsofmine:

Don’t even dare to take your eyes off of me…Do you understand me girlie?
Jul 21, 2014 / 13,192 notes

twistedthoughtsofmine:

Don’t even dare to take your eyes off of me…Do you understand me girlie?

right
 where 
(he left me)
Jul 21, 2014 / 4 notes

right
where
(he left me)

ys-ella:

šhę

that random moment your own ass shows up on your dash.
Jul 21, 2014 / 439 notes

ys-ella:

šhę

that random moment your own ass shows up on your dash.

cinemavariety:

"I used to be friends with this guy. His name was Ken Park. His name spelled backwards was Krap Nek. I used to tease him about it. One day after school I heard he blew his brains out. I don’t think I had anything to do with it, but I still feel guilty. Krap Nek."
Jul 21, 2014 / 10,642 notes

cinemavariety:

"I used to be friends with this guy. His name was Ken Park. His name spelled backwards was Krap Nek. I used to tease him about it. One day after school I heard he blew his brains out. I don’t think I had anything to do with it, but I still feel guilty. Krap Nek."

(via bills4aqueeen)

HOW TO BE THE GIRL HE WANTS:

the first time someone tells you these words I hope you stick out your hand and catch the letters in the air I hope you crunch them in your fist I hope you shove them back into the mouth they flew out of I hope and pray you are not eight years old and hanging off of a shopping cart and groaning about how bored you are, I hope you were not young like I was the first time I read a magazine on a shelf underneath the candy I hope you weren’t young because I still thought everything I read had to be true - but better yet, I hope these words never find you.

They tell you to be strong but it’s the little things like this that sit on our hips and tangle in our hair and feel like bees when the night gets dark. It’s the little things we could never ever shake off because the minute we tried, we discovered there were more waiting for us.

HOW TO LOOK GOOD FOR SUMMER:

smile more often. I hope the first time someone calls you fat, you shimmy your shoulders and wink and feel like a goddess and take it as a compliment. I hope you are not the new kid in a fifth-grade class, glasses on your nose and your hair in tangles. I hope nobody ever touched your tummy and asked if you were embarrassed by the way it jiggles. I hope if you ever hear those words, you reach out your beautiful fingers and touch the temple of the person talking and ask, “Are you embarrassed your brain works like that?”

See, I have not gained weight since the eight grade and I’m twenty. I have had about four hundred people tell me I’m skinny but it’s only the two or three voices about the thickness of my thighs and the fat on my hips - these are the only voices that stick. Don’t give them that satisfaction. Take a bath. Stare at your reflection. Count the flecks beside your iris. Promise yourself you’re not going to ruin your life - you won’t let them win. Don’t let that moment cause ripples. Yank out the cruelty from your system.

HOW TO HAVE BETTER SEX:

stop faking it. Stop engineering your body to be a call-and-response of bruises and shots. I hope you are not fifteen the first time a boy kisses you hard. I hope you do not go home with a bloody mouth and spend the rest of your life thinking love is stained with iron. I hope you are not swallowing your sanity to be with somebody. I hope the first time you let someone touch you, they are someone worthy of your trust - I hope that nobody tries to force you into a label like “frigid” or “slut.”

In the animal world, most males have bright plumage so they can attract mates. In humans, we expect ladies to look a certain way. When you break out of the norm, suddenly you’re rattling chains. How dare you not want sex and still look this way. Maybe people are scared of admitting your body has power - it can turn heads in a baggy sweatshirt. Your body doesn’t need a magazine’s confirmation. Your body’s been through hell and still keeps on living. Put on your heels and stalk down the sidewalk. Take off your makeup. Do what you need to feel awesome.

HOW TO BE COMFORTABLE IN YOUR OWN SKIN:

ignore everything they tell you. Don’t let them in.

Maybe one day I’ll make a list of every single terrible magazine I’ve read. I think I’m gonna start an advice column called “If it makes them money, it’s probably not good.” /// r.i.d (via rauchwolken)

(via eclecticpandas)

Jul 21, 2014 / 71,603 notes