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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@0verthelameb0w
Do not say a disrespectful and ignorant opinion and then blame me for not respecting it. I know which opinions to respect and which opinions I shouldn't. If I respect an opinion that supports an illegal/immoral/wrong act, or one that even spreads negativity, it means that I contributed to the growth of that act. If you say something that's wrong, I'll call you out for it. period.
I love girls who are proud and uninhibited about their intelligence and will brag about their accomplishments and take no shit from pretentious boys who look down on women in their field. girls who are outspoken and a bit arrogant and ambitious in a world where we are told that we must hide our intellect and to always put the needs of others (i.e. men) in front of our own are amazing
May this accursed year 16 end as soon as possible. In 17 everything will be better.
Nicholas II, to his diary, dated 31 December 1916 (via rosylake)
Teach people how to read by using a book that teaches people how to read
Yesterday, mom put me to bed She told me a story, a new one, she said Her beautiful story was a tasty bait Yesterday, i was only eight I woke up with throbs in my head My pink curtains were so white, instead But, my dolls still stared the same They never told me whom to blame Was it mom who wished i grow? I saw her dandelions fly, as she used to blow Or perhaps i have slept for too long As she sang me my favorite song! My hair’s now longer, my nails are French I saw the differences on every inch But, as well as i can recall, I’ve never wished for this, not at all!
Lina Mady (via lazypacific)
Look at this beautiful boy
this looks like a traffic cone strapped to a swan
Blocked
Being a nature photographer seems great, maybe I should try…
Candy (2006), dir. Neil Armfield
Raincoats made out of cotton candy
Sunburnt smiles and sunset kisses over freckled shoulders. She laughed, and the wind stole it away from me.
Rose C.L. (via lovelustquotes)
Sunburnt smiles and sunset kisses over freckled shoulders. She laughed, and the wind stole it away from me.
Rose C.L. (via lovelustquotes)
she definitely spills the tea
But a giraffe though? Is nothing sacred?!
Giraffes do nothing to anyone. What is the deal with whites insisting on killing all things African? Why don’t you hear about them going hunting for any other continent’s wildlife and murdering docile creatures for fun?
And to make matters worse…
imagine being that evil
“What is it with you and your fascination with the stars?” he asked, slightly mocking the way she kept gazing up at the clear night sky. “I don’t know,” she sighed, even though she did, “I guess I just think they’re beautiful.” What she did not say was that the word beautiful didn’t even begin to cover it and that the sight of the stars made her breathless and sent her head spinning. With a slight smile she thought of the boy who had once told her that not even the brightest star in the sky didn’t shine as bright as her eyes did. It had been tacky, it hadn’t even been a genuine compliment, but it had been enough to make her blush. He’d laughed and she’d punched his arm because it was his way to take weight off the moment, to defuse the tension that was between them whenever they’d looked at each other. But this time was over, the heat in her cheeks long gone and replaced with the cold winter air. “You know how you look at them?” She tore her eyes away and focused on the boy who now stood in front of her. It was his time now, she reminded herself sternly, not the time to be nostalgic and drown in memories. It was not fair. He slipped his hand in hers. It was warm and welcoming. “How do I look at them?” “Like they’re whispering secrets to you. Like they’d vanish if you stopped staring. Like somebody you loved put them in the sky just for you.” She squeezed his hand firmly and closed her eyes to stop the tears from escaping. And she felt so very at home: standing beneath the stars with someone who meant the world to her. And one day she would share the story of the boy who was watching her from above, long gone but not really - the boy who had compared a girl to the stars once, who had put them in the sky for her. The boy who was now one of them, the ghost of his smile still visible in the crescent of the moon.
Love made of stardust n.j. (via ninasdrafts)
the worst pain is to make small talk with the person you once told everything.
Before I fell in love with words, with setting skies and singing birds— it was you I fell in love with first.
Lang Leav (via lovelustquotes)
