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When one gif in the set wonât load
you: why is return of the jedi your favorite star wars??
me:
you: holy shit
Living is like licking honey off a thorn.
Louis Adamic (via wethinkwedream)
alone
by Denny Bitte
Tilt shift universes by St. Tesla
They look so precious and small. I must protect these tiny galaxies.
Hungarian Chef Turns Ordinary Cookies Into Stunning Embroidery-Inspired Art
Really nice recipes. Every hour.
Show me what you cooked!
Expressive Cityscape Watercolor Paintings by Viktoria Prischedko
German artist Viktoria Prischedko was born and raised in Moldova. The awarded and notable watercolor artist has featured many of her works in international galleries and her unique water coloring style is appreciated among art communities. The artist graduated from the Academy of Visual Arts in Kiev in Ukraine from architecture painting.
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if we are spooning and I arch my butt into you there is a 1000% chance I donât actually have to stretch and that I just want to feel your boner
shoutout out to all my buddies who have shitty dads or no dads at all this fatherâs day, you turned out just great regardless, you canât choose your family and you donât deserve any negativity from them,and you donât deserve backlash or guilt-tripping for cutting them out of your life if thatâs what you need/ed to do and i love you allÂ
With the exception of that time when I got The Great Brooklyn Stomach Bug of 2013 and spent three straight days watching Downton Abbey on my bathroom floor, I have not gone a single day in New York without a man yelling at me, rubbing up against me, making lewd gestures in my direction, providing unsolicited commentary on my body, or badgering me for my contact information. âBut that sounds crazy!â the dudes protest. And it is! Until you talk to literally any woman ever and they tell you the exact same thing. Every mundane choice you make, from the length of your skirt to the opacity of your tights to the volume of your iPod to the sturdiness of your jewelry, must be considered carefully and yet doesnât matter at all. If I had to run in these shoes, could I? If someone grabbed my ponytail or my necklace, could I shake him off? Does this color make me look like I want to be approached? And off come the never-worn stilettos and down comes the hair, and all of a sudden youâre wearing an outfit that you hate, because you are just too fucking tired to deal with it todayâŠand some asshole walks up to you on the train platform and starts making kissy noises in your ear anyway. Itâs like an eternal ringing in your ears, except sometimes that ringing assumes a human form and follows you home at night.
Your Summer Guide to Annihilating Street Harassers (via brutereason)
you know that thing where you scrunch up your arms and it looks like you have only hands well this one time when i was little i kept it up for 3 days no matter where i was
one time i also pissed off my entire family for 3 days
the last picture i cANTÂ BREATHE