Wonderfully Lovely

Jade Morgan. California. I like anything that pleases the senses.

[feelingbewitched-blog]

The Necessities of Life~

[sex4wifi]

[bts--zodiac-deactivated20160618]

my aesthetic

[just--space]

[spacedbitch-blog]

FINALLY look at the clarity in everyone one. No longer pixel blots

[metal-mamma-deactivated20161106]

Click it

[life-screamss]

this is so badass

[artetriste]

[translati0ns]

Sorry i was too high to remember to find the pic 😂

Hahah I forgive then. That is a very understandable reason. 😉😉

[logicallyimagined]

BIRTHDAY BLUNTS FOR DAYYYSS

[translati0ns]

This is not hair(; hahah. But luckayy.

[logicallyimagined]

I like your hair. I think.

Thank you, i think?

[translati0ns]

It was like half hidden, so it was hard to know with 100% certainty hahah

[aquaristlifeforme]

Ryer and I do EXACTLY the same thing when someone wakes us up.

[heartgemsona]

holyromanhomo

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS!????

[holyromanhomo]

Omggggggg

[translati0ns]

I can'ttt handle this right now. Omg.

[l0vely-little]

I don’t mean to be that person that begs for money every chance she gets, and I know I don’t have a lot of followers (though the ones I do have I love and appreciate so much), but I’m really struggling, in all forms of the word. I’m having bad problems at home, which the police are involved in, I’ve been in and out of the hospital for mental health reasons, and I can’t find a job no matter how many I apply for or how hard i try. I’m just really down on my luck and I would appreciate it so much if you went on my amazon wish list and bought something small on it. I don’t need any of the clothes or toys on there, I need the socks, the underwear, the deodorant; I need the basics and I can’t scrape up the money to get it all. I don’t have anything I could give you back, but I promise I would be so so so grateful and would never forget it. Hopefully once I get back on my feet I will be able to do a giveaway of sorts or send a little something to anyone that helped. I’m just desperate. If you can’t help out money-wise, then please reblog this to try to get the word out. I love you guys, and thank you so much.

[gabbro]

[weloveshortvideos]

He didn’t miss one beat

[buzzfeed]

We can’t stop watching this.

[ink-will-spill]

I always seem to miss you when you’re not here. But then once you are, I can’t wait for you to leave.

Texts I’ll Never Send #14 (via ink-will-spill)

[a6]

[runtoanotherworld]

Let’s get drunk together so I can kiss you and blame it on the vodka.

(via quartzandroses)

[a-laa-mode]

I am 16. I’m dancing to my favorite pop song at my friends birthday party when a boy whose name I do not even know comes over and slaps my ass. My face flushes with redness and I sit down for the rest of the night avoiding the eyes of everyone in the room. Later, I ask him why he thought it was okay to invade my body without my consent. He says it was a joke. I don’t laugh. I am 12. Every girl in my grade is dragged to the school’s auditorium, where we are told that ‘dressing like sluts’ in ninety degree will not be tolerated, and that we will get two detentions if anyone finds our clothing distracting.  Later, I find out that, while we were being lectured on our own bodies, all of the boys stayed in their homerooms and watched a movie, because ‘It’s natural for boys to get aroused, the girls are the ones that have to cover up, they’re causing a problem and taking away from the education of others.’  I don’t understand any of it. I am 7.  I stand up at bat in gym class and blatantly miss the hollow plastic ball that is thrown in my direction. The whole class bursts out laughing. ‘You hit like a girl,’ one of the boys hollers to me. Later, I ask my female gym teacher why hitting ‘like a girl’ is a bad thing. She smiles at me sympathetically as she says ‘Honey, it just is.’ I don’t smile back. I am a girl, and since the day I was born, my gender has become synonymous to weakness, incapability, and inadequacy.

And that isn’t fucking okay. (via laamode)

[drawingguitarist]

[literallyallie-blog]

dafuq did I just watch

[bpddorian]

how is this video still going around its been years

[translati0ns]

Why is this so funny.

[dinkyberg-deactivated20150729]

We met in third grade and she was my best friend we’d go for little walks down by the river bend. She’d tell me about the leaves and the flowers blooming near she’d tell me about all of the birds I would hear. She would try to describe their feathers to me she told me about the things that I could never see. On the playground she would tell me about bugs. She could go on forever describing the slugs. She told me that crayons came in hundreds of shades she told me about a game everyone called charades. She told me about sports and how the kids run and hurt each other just for the fun. The next few years just went like this she’d tell me about the snakes that I heard hiss. Some had spots and some had stripes she told me about all of the different types. Until middle school I was never scared she told me it was fine, but I knew they all stared. Teachers and peers would all treat me weird being treated differently was all that I feared. She would hold my hand and drown out their words and I’d just try to imagine the birds. She told me about classrooms, chalkboards, and books she’d tell me about celebrities and their crazy good looks. She told me about lips, and eyes, and noses, she made me touch and she made me smell roses. She said that eyebrows frame the face and the sexiest clothing was made out of lace. And when she held my hand she said I would blush and that was when you would get a flush and your face turns the color red like a rose she said that happens when people like other people, she knows. When we got to high school I felt myself change so many things were different and I felt strange. She’d tell me about the hair on my chin and she told me I grew out of my goofy grin. She told me I was handsome, but I don’t know what that means. She just laughed and said I was blessed with good genes. When she hugged me she felt different too I wasn’t the only one that grew. She filled out in just the right places I felt her new body with each of our embraces. She told me about cars and all of their variations she told me about drugs and all their temptations. She told me about traffic and how terrible it can be and when we went to the beach she told me about the sea. She said that fish were weird and not worth seeing. She told me about snow and how funny people look while skiing. Boys flocked around her and said she was pretty she said that she was too big for this city. She told me about her future and dreams and just how small our big world seems. She told me she would never settle for less and she told me about her dream wedding dress. When we graduated we all put on our Sunday best. She told me how everyone was dressed. When my name was called she helped me up the stairs and people clapped and got out of their chairs when i pulled her in my arms and kissed her right there she kissed me right back and I floated on air. Some things are better felt than seen and it felt so nice for me to come clean. I loved her, I loved her, more than the stars in the sky because she told me those were beautiful and she would never lie. We started the next chapter together college, and jobs, and hardships we could weather. She was my eyes and she told me I was her heart and I would go crazy if we were apart. I was never alone in life because she was there to help me through things I just couldn’t bear. And when I got the call to tell me it was too late I felt like my heart became a 50 pound weight. She was on her way home from work that day and I finally understand the color grey because she crashed into a tree and she was gone in a flash and I felt my heart be burnt into ash. I never knew darkness until she was dead I was never truly blind until she was laid to bed.

WHAT THE FUCK I WROTE THIS I HATE MYSELF  (via dinkyberg)