[mulattafury]

sometimes u go on google searching for a reference image and you just find something that is totally not what you are looking for but is better than anything u could have ever dreamed

who is she

[source]

[ka-waltz]

the moment I saw this woman I was completely overcome with the feeling that she was, at that very moment, somehow divorcing me

[jack-the-lion]

When you drop your favorite stuffed animal off the bed in the middle of the night:

[jack-the-lion]

In about four days of existing this post has gained more notes than I have followers. There have been some pretty interesting tags and comments so far:

My favorite thing, though, is people including the names of their stuffed animals:

[abonethrownfromthevoid]

[butterisgreat-blog]

Arriving at your gender identity 15 years late with Starbucks

[uneventfulness]

my blog will make you smile ♥

[wnq-writers]

Moving on doesn’t have to mean forgetting or pretending it didn’t happen. It did happen. But it’s time for me to accept that our paths aren’t meant to cross again. And moving on doesn’t mean that I can’t think about you sometimes, and think about how it used to be. But it means that those memories are in the past, not hopes for the future. And lastly, moving on doesn’t mean that a part of me won’t always love you. But it means that I can start a new chapter in my life where I’m the main character, not you.

edisobliging (via wnq-writers)

[thesunshinegrl]

I love twenty one pilots

[gotitforcheap-deactivated201611]

[timber-timber]

last moments

And knowing,

realizing,

comprehending,

that these were our last moments,

I still gave them space

while they cried.

Because I knew it would make it easier

for them to break my heart.

Hands to myself,

I waited patiently for them to tell me

that they hated themself.

Because no matter how hard they tried,

they couldn’t love me like that.

[timber-timber]

driveway

It felt like

a scene in a movie.

I’m in the driveway,

with my back against the garage door,

and my knees to my chest,

sobbing.

And all can think,

 is about stupid stuff.

Like how I wished I could write on their chalkboard table,

and that I would miss the way it looked when I stared up at them.

That always happened.

Laying in their lap,

staring up,

thinking about being in love.

I can’t believe it.

I really believed it.

[timber-timber]

they broke up with me and it sucks a lot (understatement)

[bimbotoysforprettyboys]

People who are like “asking for consent ruins the moment” have no imagination.

Like, I’m sorry, but purring “do you want it?” into your partner’s ear before you fuck is hot.

Looking into your partner’s eyes and asking “may I?” in a voice breathy with desire before you kiss them is super hot.

and “Do you want me to pin you up against this wall and fuck you till you’re screaming my name?” is just basically dirty talk.

What the actual fuck is wrong with you?  If asking for consent ruins sex you’re what?  A rapist who sucks at talking dirty?  

Is that a demographic whose fun we care about ruining?

[thepeacockangel]

So a thing I wrote has nearly 70k notes wtf

[just-shower-thoughts]

Having a picture of your girlfriend as the lock screen on your phone is the 21st-century equivalent of keeping a locket with her picture in it.

[itsaranchmetaphor]

This is actually such an adorable comparison

[gaypriori]

[timber-timber]

I miss my dear

[neutralrathotel]

[brianfulda]

Hiking through the Alps to Germany’s tallest waterfall, Röthbachfall.

Berchtesgaden National Park, Germany. June 2015.