I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love.

lenofi:

CAN PEOPLE MY AGE STOP GETTING THEIR LIVES TOGETHER, MARRYING, HAVING KIDS, AND GETTING FAB JOBS BECAUSE I DIDN’T EVEN BRUSH MY HAIR TODAY

(via alleyesonqueen)

The Myth of Fingerprints: This again.

boyghost:

I am a simple amateur photographer. A reclusive one at that. It is far beyond the realm of my understanding or expertise to make any sort of statement based on the beliefs of a subset of an entire gender. However, the rate at which postings I have seen here on tumblr regarding physical imperfections, body image and self-esteem have sky-rocketed of late, I feel an equal increase in my frustration toward the subject at large. As such, I offer those teenagers, girls, women, the following words. Take them as you will, be they even slightly helpful or entirely misguided.

You are not your bra-size, nor are you the width of your waist, nor are you the slenderness of your calves. You are not your hair color, your skin color, nor are you a shade of lipstick. Your shoe-size is of no consequence. You are not defined by the amount of attention you get from males, females, or any combination thereof. You are not the number of sit-ups you can do, nor are you the number of calories in a day. You are not your mustache. You are not the hair on your legs. You are not a little red dress.

You are no amalgam of these things.

You are the content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh at and the words that you say. You are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. You are beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningul one. You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul it carries.

(via pixiecanfly)

animorphz:

if you don’t have anything nice to say then come sit next to me and we will make fun of people together

(Source: cubpaws, via kismettt)

“Your love grew on me like vines, tangling your way into my heart and into my bones. Your touch sprouted flowers in my soul and your voice planted stars in the sky. Please stay mine. Where in 10 years we can wake up together, have a cup of coffee, dance in our underwear. Let’s be fearless from the world and explore it every opportunity we get. Let’s conquer the face of the mountains and have picnics in the middle of the flower fields. Let’s travel the Atlantic and Pacific and cuddle in the jungles of South Africa. We’ll introduce ourselves to the wildlife and make friends of all different cultures. Let’s cuddle in bed before work as long as we possibly can and play video games until dawn. Please stay mine. Your love grew on me like vines, tangling your way into my heart and into my bones.”

xvxavier:

If you’re a “nice guy” to a girl up until you realize she doesn’t want to date you, then go on about how she’s a cold shrew that friendzoned you and how no girls date nice guys, like, nah mate, girls do date nice guys. You just aren’t a nice guy. You’re a passive aggressive beta with internalized misogyny and a serious victim complex.

(via ascarforeverysmile)

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.