girls tho

i really love catsi'm sort of gay

[damianmcgintleman]

"you’re too young to determine your sexuality" said no one to the heterosexual teenager

[pattinson-mcguinness]

[supcamerondallas-blog]

THIS SHOULD BE ON EVERYONE’S BLOG.

[kisesaomine-deactivated20171212]

I don’t understand why when an actor/actress plays a gay character they are constantly asked if they are actually gay. I don’t see anyone playing a seriel killer being asked if they are really a killer.

[murphels]

"Matt Damon, you voiced the character of Spirit in the film ‘Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron’, are you actually a horse?"

[kurkova-blog]

[feisty--lady-deactivated2016052]

The fact that quite a few women think feminism is about making women superior really concerns and upsets me

[thatsickbeat]

I was born in 1989. My life inspired me. But this time I was not broken and devastated, but on the rise. Now it’s all about my life. I say 1989 is: “Begin to live your own life.”

[maisonmartins]

Details of the Elie Saab Haute Couture F/W 2012 collection.

[blakelivelly]

[ravine]

why do tv shows get canceled like finish what u fucking started

[everythingsparklywhite]

[maisonmartins]

Details of the Dolce & Gabbana Ready to Wear F/W 2013 collection.

[largeloka]

i naturally look mean but it keeps the weak people away

[mhythology-deactivated20160909]

call me medusa for my monstrosity is not mine to bear, but yours to fear.

a.c (via mrsbarbour)

[gr8writingtips]

writing tip #985:

keep your readers on their toes. strap your books to the ceiling, open and just out of reach

[lovestory]

I always thought, ‘What could be better than to love someone and be loved back?’ I finally found what it is to love yourself and not need anyone to love you back.

[bluesartgent]

back to the start ★ pilot episodes ∞ gossip girl

❝ and who am I? that’s one  s e c r e t  I’ll never tell.                                you know you  l o v e  me. xoxo, gossipgirl. ❞

[swiftnetwork]

In the world we live in, much is said about when we are born and when we die. Our birthday is celebrated every year to commemorate the very instant we came into the world, and a funeral is held to mark the day we leave it. But lately I’ve been wondering…What can be said of all the moments in between our birth and our death? The moments when we are reborn…

The debate over whether people can change is an interesting one for me to observe because it seems like all I ever do is change. All I ever do is learn from my mistakes so I don’t make the same ones again. Then I make new ones. I know people can change because it happens to me little by little every day. Every day I wake up as someone slightly new. Isn’t it wild and intriguing and beautiful to think that every day we are new?

For the last few years, I’ve woken up every day not wanting, but needing to write a new style of music. I needed to change the way I told my stories and the way they sounded. I listened to a lot of music from the decade in which I was born and I listened to my intuition that it was a good thing to follow this gut feeling. I was also writing a different storyline than I’d ever told you before.

I wrote about moving to the loudest and brightest city in the world, the city I had always been overwhelmed by…Until now. I think you have to know who you are and what you want in order to take on New York and all its blaring truth. I wrote about the thrill I got when I finally learned that love, to some extent, is just a game of cat and mouse. I wrote about looking back on a lost love and understanding that nothing good comes without loss and hardship and constant struggle. There is no ‘riding off into the sunset,’ like I used to imagine. We are never out of the woods, because we are always going to be fighting for something. I wrote about love that comes back to you just when you thought it was lost forever, and how some feelings never go out of style. I wrote about an important lesson I learned recently…That people can say whatever they want about me, but they can’t make me lose my mind. I’ve learned how to shake things off.

I’ve told you my stories for years now. Some have been about coming of age. Some have been about coming undone. This is a story about coming into your own, and as a result…Coming alive.

I hope you know that you’ve given me the courage to change. I hope you know that who you are is who you choose to be, and that whispers behind your back don’t define you. You are the only one who gets to decide what you will be remembered for.

From the girl who said she would never cut her hair or move to New York or find happiness in a world where she is not in love…