THEME

sullied:

i am so jealous of all the people who are comfortable with who they are physically and mentally

goldenclitoris:

i mean im kinda dumb and loud and my hair doesnt always look great but i can make u laugh and im good at petting animals so why not date me

outfit game: on point
mental health game: ?????

I still think back to all those night we stayed up talking until three in the morning, and I thought, “god, he’s the one for me.” You would tell me about your Jesus, and we would talk about the stars. I found hope in your eyes, and your voice sounded like a prayer.



That was two years ago. It’s been eight months since I’ve last heard from you. There isn’t a day that goes by where you don’t cross my mind. There isn’t a night that passes and I don’t yearn to wrapped in your arms. I still look up at the stars, and wonder if you’re looking too. When you left, you took a piece of me with you, and I have the habit of looking for it at the bottom of a whiskey bottle. I always notice how the whiskey matches the color of your eyes. I always end up going back for seconds.

—(179/376) by (DS)

1950s Dresses.

I start my mornings convincing myself to open the windows, and let the new air replace the old. To let myself fold the sheets and leave behind all the doubts from yesterday under a well made bed. A freshly brewed cup of coffee filling the spaces in between scents of who I am behind closed doors. This is what I leave behind. This is what I go home to. —Keen Malasarte, My mother tells me to make my bed in order to be made as a person, and I think she’s doing me a favor.  (via creatingaquietmind)

alexanderperchov:

if i ever have kids instead of being like “it’s a boy” im going to send out highly bewildering cards that say things like “it’s the chosen one” and “it’s probably not a lizard” and “we’re not sure what it is, but it just set the couch on fire, please send help” with a different thing to every person i send one to just to see what people show up at the baby shower with

bogmoth:

I said “have a nice day!” to this old dude and apparently that’s not fucking good enough because he retrieved his wallet and from like a stack of 30 of these things pulled one out and gave it to me and said something like “I hope you reconsider your choices next time”

What if
all women were bigger and stronger than you
and thought they were smarter

What if
women were the ones who started wars

What if
too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos
and no K-Y Jelly

What if
the state trooper
who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike
was a woman
and carried a gun

What if
the ability to menstruate
was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs

What if
your attractiveness to women depended
on the size of your penis

What if
every time women saw you
they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands

What if
women were always making jokes
about how ugly penises are
and how bad sperm tastes

What if
you had to explain what’s wrong with your car
to big sweaty women with greasy hands
who stared at your crotch
in a garage where you are surrounded
by posters of naked men with hard-ons

What if
men’s magazines featured cover photos
of 14-year-old boys
with socks
tucked into the front of their jeans
and articles like:
“How to tell if your wife is unfaithful”
or
“What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate”
or
“The truth about impotence”

What if
the doctor who examined your prostate
was a woman
and called you “Honey”

What if
you had to inhale your boss’s stale cigar breath
as she insisted that sleeping with her
was part of the job

What if
you couldn’t get away because
the company dress code required
you wear shoes
designed to keep you from running

And what if
after all that
women still wanted you
to love them.

For the Men Who Still Don’t Get It, written 20 years ago by Carol Diehl. 

She wrote a post about the history of this poem that is worth reading.

(via archangvl)

SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT

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spicy-vagina-tacos:

i need to get fucked by something other than my life

reuniclus:

IT KEEPS HAPPENING

sasstrid-and-dorkcup:

chocolate-time-machine:

sizvideos:

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WHAT

WHAT NO STOP TOO MUCH TALENT

psychoticmist:

if you ever feel bad about yourself remember that george bush was once informed that 4 brazilian people were killed in iraq and he responded ‘how many is a brazilian’

Mental health problems are like a stain, once they happen in your life you’re scarred by it forever. You have to wake up every single day and make the decision to be better, and that’s not easy. No one understands what a big step it is for a self-harmer to say: “I almost cut today but I didn’t, because I made the choice that I wanted to go on and I shouldn’t hurt myself”.

It took me a long time to understand that life hurts enough, people hurt you enough, you don’t need to hurt yourself. You have to make the decision to take care of yourself. I know I sound a bit like a motivational speaker when I say shit like that but sometimes that’s what it takes. —Angel Haze (via astoldby-sam)