[sharppayevans]

hi, ily. and i think you are perfect. let me be you, pie. xo.

SUREEEEEEEEE

[hirohamada]

[distraction-deactivated20220415]

what even

[dieinyousarms]

*justin writes an entire album about getting over selena*

*posts a picture calling her an elegant princess*

[yourgold]

I still believe in love I still believe in us I hope you believe in us The way I believe in us You don’t see 'Cause what you don't see,...

[vnfvmous]

[georgeanddreamfound]

[benafflecks]

"As if!" - Clueless (1995)

[sharppayevans]

[deep-ocean]

[wowbieb-blog]

[stevenjackie]

[sochae]

man all i want is to cuddle with you and bake you cookies and make your favorite food and sit on the couch all cuddled up with you and watch your favorite movie with you and then go to bed with you and maybe listen to your favorite album with you and jump around with you and then when we get tired of doing that we could fall asleep on the floor with pillows everywhere and put my face on your chest and just make you feel loved every day of your life  

[hollandsreed-blog]

[felicitycaitlin]

[lydiagrent]

 Scooter Imitating Justin.

[mydraco]

[puto1-blog]

*sees cute boy*

[“he could be the one” by hannah montana plays in the distance]

[whisperingwordsofwisdom]

When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. And then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty. The world teaches you that the way you exist in it is disgusting — you watch boys cringe backward in your dorm room when you talk about your period, blue water pretending to be blood in a maxi pad commercial. It is little things, and it is constant. In a food court in a mall, after you go to the gynecologist for the first time, you and your friend talk about how much it hurts, and over her shoulder you watch two boys your age turn to look at you and wrinkle their noses: the reality of your life is impolite to talk about. The world says that you don’t have a right to the space you occupy, any place with men in it is not yours, you and your body exist only as far as what men want to do with it. At fifteen, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. At almost thirty, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met still somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. They are children. They are children.

Stevie Nicks (via sharedbytwo)