Friday, September 26, 2014

gnarly:

Omg i was buying some shirts at forever 21 and the cashier was like arent u tumblr famous or something lmao i stayed quiet for like 5 seconds and i was like not really omg and she was like yah i follow u on instagram

Nice.

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lieutenantstilinski:

edenidoigo:

whalegod:

tell me a secret

One time during class my drama/english teacher, who’s a devout vegan and all about not killing animals, accidentally stepped on a ladybug. He froze up and slowly cradles it in his hand and he was so heartbroken and started quoting Hamlet.

I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it was a red m&m.

I can’t breathe

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brydeswhale:

queenconsuelabananahammock:

zumainthyfuture:

stunningpicture:

Same Crime

I want that shirt.

He know wassup

I love it.

brydeswhale:

queenconsuelabananahammock:

zumainthyfuture:

stunningpicture:

Same Crime

I want that shirt.

He know wassup

I love it.

smartgirlsattheparty:

zimbolt:

KILLED IT

Mic Drop. 

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consecratedcreations:

mjwatson:

If you claim to be a feminist and you shame girls for wanting to do traditional things like take their husband’s last name or be a house wife then you are doing it all completely wrong.

Feminism isn’t an elite group who defeats gender norms, it’s a group who accepts ALL women’s choices.

Amen.


Hocus Pocus (1993)

Hocus Pocus (1993)

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Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

Some things are better left unsaid.  (via fawun)

crying

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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

chasin9-waterfalls:

go follow my instagram <——— @chasing.waterfalls