The Universe, It lives inside you.
- R.S
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The Universe, It lives inside you.
- R.S
i don’t understand what’s going on here
someone please tell me why did somebody gif this what is she doing
please explain
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@taylorswift explain
taylorswift plzzzzzzz
taylorswift explain yourself, gurl
Looks like she's trying to warm her hand O.o x)
so i called the nearby starbucks to see if they were open because my dad wasn’t sure and wanted me to ask so i asked them in gollum’s voice “HELLO IS PRECIOUS OPEN TODAY?”
and the guy on the other line replied with “YES PRECIOUS IS OPEN TODAY UNTIL 3 MY PRECIOUS YESSSSSSSS”
I FUCKING FLIPPED OUT AND I WAS LAUGHING AND SOBBING
AND THE GUY ON THE OTHER LINE ASKED “IS PRECIOUS OKAY”
so i called the nearby starbucks to see if they were open because my dad wasn’t sure and wanted me to ask so i asked them in gollum’s voice “HELLO IS PRECIOUS OPEN TODAY?”
and the guy on the other line replied with “YES PRECIOUS IS OPEN TODAY UNTIL 3 MY PRECIOUS YESSSSSSSS”
I FUCKING FLIPPED OUT AND I WAS LAUGHING AND SOBBING
AND THE GUY ON THE OTHER LINE ASKED “IS PRECIOUS OKAY”
I HOPE YOU MARRIED HIM
I can’t click my reblog button hard enough
It’s not just the ladies who get insecure, it’s all of us. It’s a human trait, yo.
reblog this everytime i see it. soooo cute!
This is my favorite male body love post, because it’s the only one where the male body has body hair.
Beauty and Beautiful
Entertain me, Humour me, Tell me appearances are superficial, ‘They do not matter’, I’ll humour you and tell you, They do. They do, because that is the unsaid rule of this society, The bold headline in an unwritten handbook they left behind, Perpetrators who are yet to be identified, An identitity that has no face, But a pedestal stool, On which we place pretty flowers and ornaments. But what about the forgotten yellow autumn leaves? Black and trodden upon? What about the beautiful souls? Souls which hide and curl inside skins they hate and yet, It is their only home. Entertain me, humour me, Tell me appearances are superficial, ‘They do not matter’, I’ll humour you and tell you, They do. They do to the hearts of those who stand on crutches of hope, Hope that someday,someone will claim them, Their eyes will shine with gleams of pride and not tides of disgust and resentment, That someday, They can entertain them, humour them, Tell them appearances do matter, They do. Because a smile translates into a thousand words, Because a bag of powder and a tube of cream, translates into pretence, fright, rage and an impermeable mask. Because Pretence is superficial, And Spots and Tears are Beauty and Beautiful.
- R.S
Bitter Rain and Flower Bloom
Dream glazed eyes drawing violet lines into constellations, He stargazed across an empty sky, He waited for flower bloom, Dew polished his cheeks as time walked by.
Riding on a carousel that took him nowhere, and to anywhere and everywhere, He painted canvases and roads, He embodied her standing right there.
'Come meet me in the rain', He sang to the lonely goons, Swept his soles across empty floors, Running, chasing an ever speeding train.
She never looked behind her tall shoulders, Nor saw the writing on the wall, She drew constellations, But never did remember.
He came up to her like a lightning flash, In a moment there,in a moment gone, Swerving bumps, Too afraid to crash.
When flowers bloomed, And spring walked into the air, He arranged a bouquet, Of red, pink and pretty blue.
An ever speeding train, Always running ahead of his time and age, He chased relentlessly, Until the end of the line finally came.
With gleaming eyes, She looked at him, And yet she did not look at him, But at the the silhouette behind.
Thunder roared, and spring came down, pitter patter like bitter rain, Over his freshly wounded soul.
Petals splashed across a cold floor, He watched them dance away, Into the endless night, While claws ripped out his heart from his freshly wounded soul.
Spring became summer, And descended gradually into winter, He held a falling bouquet, Of black,brown and dead frosted blue.
Opening curtains of mist, She came by, Skin like porcelain, Like an age old China doll.
She spoke of ancient prayers, Ancient mysterious, Her eyes shined like he had never seen before, Yet in them,he could see a branded silhouette.
When he no longer listened, His eyes became dead and soul-less, His bouquet crumbled, But she caught them like a lightning flash.
Her touch called out to flower bloom, He looked around,it was spring again, He looked at her,where his bouquet fell, She held it in her arms,red,pink and pretty blue.
- R.S
Bruised wings,can still fly.
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So like, my parents don't get depression. Sometimes they do and sometimes they look at me with so much disgust and resentment, I shut down. I too look at myself with resentment and disgust. I too think that depression is petty and an excuse that I use to get away with being a genuinely horrible and worthless human. But some part of me,somewhere deep down inside,I want to be able to look at the mirror without crying,I want to be able to smile at a camera flash,I want to be like those other,Normal people. Other parts of me, just stop trying to do anything at all. And I'm afraid,that someday,even that small part will stop trying,and my entire being will give up. This feeling? Of being trapped in my own skin? I wish I could just tell it to go away, because it's 'nothing'. But Mom, it is. It IS a lot of things. Things I can't explain and things that trap me. Things I just can't escape because they live within me.
Not being good enough
Not being good enough. A constant siren, A constant blizzard, Of a million needles, Piercing bandaged walls, Of a fragile heart. Please let me bleed, Let me run, Break all strings, Tear it all apart. Throw me into oblivion, Let me crash and burn, Let the dark swallow me, For the cold is my only home. The only thing that stays with me, Like a haunting ghost, Looming over my head. A constant siren, A constant blizzard, Of a million needles, Piercing bandaged walls, Of a fragile heart. The only thing I know, I know how to be forever, Not good enough.
- R.S
nine photographs portraying quotes said to sexual assault survivors by police officers, attorneys, and other authority figures
more info about project unbreakable here
original tumblr here
previously: nine photographs portraying quotes said to sexual assault survivors by their friends/family
This is heartbreaking
this infuriates me.
fucking disgusting
vinnysgotswagg:
ifyoufeelthatway:
tkaaay:
bigtimecrushonsomeone:
30rockasaurus:
fuckyeaaaah-xx:
iwannahavethelifethatyouhave:
jforjoelle:
last time i did this my wish really came true. so im going to wish again
nothing to lose. :))
Let’s hope
Why not? :)
*crossing fingers*
pretty much^^^^
i got nothing to lose. (:
Last time i did this my wish came true.
Jesus Christ if my wish comes true I will piss
please work omg
looks fun lol
please
IT SERIOUSLY WORKED
Well, i got nothing to lose, might as well try it
Please works
Im even trying this by my main account so please god
Today’s the day. The day you help save the internet from being ruined.
Ready?
Yes, you are, and we’re ready to help you.
(Long story short: The FCC is about to make a critical decision as to whether or not internet service providers have to treat all traffic equally. If they choose wrong, then the internet where anyone can start a website for any reason at all, the internet that’s been so momentous, funny, weird, and surprising—that internet could cease to exist. Here’s your chance to preserve a beautiful thing.)