A Little Lamb.

Lucía. 19. I'm kinda shy but you're super fly.

[yellowdressesandyearning]

[amlatosa]

They look like they’re in Moulin Rouge. I love it.

[allthateffinjazz]

Y’ALL

Born For Greatness by Papa Roach (which is included in the new official playlist) could totally be about Gendry.

[thelostpassenger-deactivated202]

Damn. He has certainly grown up.

[theorydictatespractice-deactiva]

This might come as a shock to some of you but saying “I’m not informed enough on this particular topic to have an opinion” is about 100 times more respectable than being misinformed

[dadhopper-deactivated20171203]

Remember we are Winona Ryder stans first and humans second

[gentlekirk]

i can’t confirm this with science but i like to think queen carrie fisher is using her new heavenly powers to help us enact vengeance upon the scum of hollywood

[kingjaffejoffer]

Y I K E S 

[kingjaffejoffer]

[myboyfriendpetebuttigieg]

It fascinates me how you never hear people who “tell it like it is” complimenting others. Seriously, people who pride themselves on being brutally honest or always speaking their mind should statistically be throwing out random compliments to their friends and strangers on a daily basis. Unless of course being brutally honest is just your entry fee to being an asshole.

[amoisthobo]

[lospaziobianco]

The Fairly OddParents: Channel Chasers

[black-riverkiller-deactivated20]

Best idea ever

[allthateffinjazz]

me: texting him first is too desperate. in this age, a modern woman needs to be independent. i am a strong and busy lady. i will restrain myself, and keep myself an enigma.

me five seconds later: life is too short to not live your passions fully. i'm going to text first; i free myself from society's restrains. without risk there is no reward,

[acutelesbian]

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

[fat-thin-skinny]

this fucks me up every single time

[acutelesbian]

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

[ithelpstodream]

White Noise: An Aesthetic

[raiseusfromperdition]

[pill-barista-deactivated2023050]

the only easter post that matters

[emmastudies]

one of my favourite quotes by frank ocean!

[stylestm]

scrunch scrunch