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Misplaced Lens Cap
Peter Solarz
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Origami Around
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

shark vs the universe
trying on a metaphor
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Jules of Nature

Kaledo Art

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Janet Mock on Beyoncé’s feminism.
There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.
Mark Twain (via wordsnquotes)
Super Modèle | Liya Kebede by Tiziano Magni Marie Claire France October 2014
I miss getting excited for the phone to ring knowing that my friends or that boy I had a crush on was calling. Not as many people call me anymore. Now I get all freaked out thinking it might be my landlord or financial services asking for a student loan payment.
And I really appreciate it when a guy calls instead of texts. Call me old fashioned, or just call me.
Does the cold weather make anyone else wish they had a boo thang?
"I’m trying to distance myself from the idea that youth is the best time of life, because a lot of my friends are really anxious about growing older. I’m studying classical drawing, which helps. It really slows things down. We can work an entire month on a single drawing. And I don’t plan on reaching my peak before the age of fifty."
Sometimes I go on Instagram and Tumblr just to see these posts. It's nice to see real people in real situations as opposed to the same old fashion/vacation/FOMO pics. I like being able to relate to others instead of envy them. I basically heart all of these posts.
We are the girls with anxiety disorders, filled appointment books, five-year plans. We are the peacemakers, the do-gooders, the givers, the savers. We are on time, overly prepared, well read and witty, intellectually curious, always moving... We pride ourselves on getting as little sleep as possible and thrive on self-deprivation. We drink coffee, a lot of it. We are on birth control, Prozac, and multivitamins... We are relentless, judgmental of ourselves, and forgiving of others. We never want to be as passive-aggressive as our mothers, never want to marry men as uninspired as our fathers. We carry the old world of guilt - center of families, keeper of relationships, caretaker of friends - with the new world of control/ambition - rich, independent, powerful. We are the daughters of feminists who said "You can be anything," and we heard "You have to be everything." We must get A's. We must make money. We must save the world. We must be thin. We must be unflappable. We must be beautiful. We must be perfect. We must make it look effortless.
Courtney E. Martin, in her book Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters: How the Quest for Perfection is Harming Young Women
Stephanie Georgopulos is possibly my favorite Thought Catalog author. I can relate to almost every word that comes out of her pen (I guess keyboard). It's as though she can read my mind. Admittedly, there are things she writes that I have never experienced, but this piece, THIS PIECE is something that I have struggled with ever since I was a child. I can remember going to the store with my mom and strangers asking her about my father and why my hair is so big and curly while hers is so sleek and straight. I remember being in first grade and kids asking me if I was mixed. Why is this a conversation that 1st graders are having?! I remember a complete stranger playing with my hair as I waited to cross the street. Just last week someone said to me, "You're beautiful. What is your mix?"
Race will always play a role in my life, especially since I look "ethnic." I don't understand why knowing my ethnicity is such a big deal to people. Does the mystery of my cultural identity keep you up at night? Would you like me more if I told you I was mixed a certain way? Or would your desire to get to know me decrease? Do you want me to be your token [insert race here] friend? Do you have a fever for a certain race? (If so I would much rather not date you.) I just really want to know why you need to know, that's all.
Just like the movies, that's how it will be. Cinematic and dramatic with the perfect ending. And that's just the beginning.
- "Not Like The Movies" by Katy Perry
I grew up watching Disney movies and reading lots of books, so sue me if I believe that I deserve a man who will sweep me off of my feet and make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world. I want chivalry. I want romance. I want a man to actually make an effort to woo me. Is it so bad that I want a fairy tale ending?
You know how everyone seems to have a secret place that's all their own? In High School Musical Troy had the secret rooftop garden. I know that during college my friends had their secret study spots that seemed magical to them. Well, I don't seem to have that secret spot. I don't know if I've ever found one in my life (even in childhood). I need to find a cafe or library or rooftop garden because sometimes you want need to go where nobody knows your name.