this is my favorite street ever the houses are so fricking pretty omg
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this is my favorite street ever the houses are so fricking pretty omg
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What a supportive group of individuals. Loves it.
Seriously this was great!
im so confused, but so amused.
this is the best one so far
i never posted this shot but its lovely
me: *flexing* yeah, i journal pretty hard
Peruvian actress and activist Q'orianka Kilcher protesting against BP dumping oil in water sources in the Amazon.
Houtou Wan Village, China. nature took it back
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i don’t read arabic but yeah i agree
It says “can you put him in the bag instead of the purse?”
yeah i agree
i hate when your friends say something problematic and youre like??? i didnt raise you to be like that??
When I say girlhood I mean to bleach and bind and braid. I mean that soft gape-mouthed mirror face. I mean the slight, tight discomfort of hair scraped into a ponytail lifting the skin of the forehead. I mean pleasure-pain. I mean knowing how to hurt. I mean the fixed quality of attention bestowed by your best friend as she grips your chin to apply your lipstick, half-sensual half-ritual all hush, like communion. Sad as Sunday night television. I mean following those flow-charts in teen magazines that tell you which movie star you’re going to marry, looking for clues about the unknown quantity of yourself. I mean the sense of waiting for upheaval. I mean having an itchy soul. I mean girls are cruellest to themselves. I mean a fire in a dollhouse.