Ready, Set, Stop
blousse:


You have this kind of pull, like gravity. I’m so lucky that I fell into your orbit.



You have this kind of pull, like gravity. I’m so lucky that I fell into your orbit.

blousse:

You have this kind of pull, like gravity.
I’m so lucky that I fell into your orbit.

You have this kind of pull, like gravity.
I’m so lucky that I fell into your orbit.

essence of beauty: lisa bonet

capitalistpropaganda:

listen, son. if there was really a monster in your closet this would be a huge new discovery. honestly you getting mauled would be pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of things if you think about it

We assume others show love the same way we do — and if they don’t, we worry it’s not there.
Everyone has their own love language. That’s one of the most important lessons I’ve ever learned. (via stay-ocean-minded)

psychoticmist:

if you ever feel bad about yourself remember that george bush was once informed that 4 brazilian people were killed in iraq and he responded ‘how many is a brazilian’

romulanhawk:

Girls supporting girls.

Girls building each other up.

Girls helping girls in need.

Girls encouraging and inspiring each other.

Older girls protecting and teaching younger girls.

 (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

Crush the idea of girls being bitchy/catty to each other. 

halofarm:

avenger-doctor-castiel-holmes:

traceexcalibur:

I smell trouble brewing

The pope is just so fucking chill I love it

"Gays? Sure, that Catholic Church is open to everyone"

"Aliens? Sure, the Catholic Church is open to everyone"

Modern pope for the modern world.

Because when I was 13 years old, I was sent home for my tank top straps being a little too thin, but a boy could wear a Cool Story babe, Go Make Me A Sandwich shirt and not be looked at twice.

Because when I was 17 and I told a guy “No” and the next day the word tease was painted on my locker.

Because when I was 18 and just wanted to be friends, I was a bitch.

Because I feel the need to say “I have a boyfriend” instead of “No” because guys respect other men more than they would ever respect me.

Because society screams “don’t get raped” instead of “don’t rape”

Because I am scared to walk alone at 10 PM

Because being beautiful is the most important thing I’ll ever do.

Because when I wear my favorite skirt “I’m asking for it”

Because the song Blurred Lines exists

Because no means no no matter how you fucking spin it

Because a girl was drugged and raped with a beer bottle, and the boys who did it are out on bail.

Because I owe you nothing

Because pepper spray is a gift I receive yearly.

Because I am asked if I have a boyfriend more than I am asked about my mental health

Because my clothes say more about my consent then my mouth does.

Because the wage gap exists

Because “not all men are like that” is said way too often

ENOUGH ARE

Because I feel the need to say “I’m not a feminist but…”

Because I’m writing this fucking piece

When you ask why I’m angry? (via brennanat)

uglynewyork:

A$AP Shia

Years from now, when you’re married and have a kid or two, you’ll find my picture in a box or maybe you’ll see me in a magazine or in a movie, and you’ll get that tug, that pull in your chest as if someone had ripped your heart away from you for a second, and you’ll remember what you felt all those years ago with that naive sixteen year old girl who was young enough to still believe there was good left in the world, with the glimmer of hope in her eyes and the generous hand as if the entire world was still open to her, and you’ll wonder who kisses her goodnight these days. And you’ll dig through your boxes until you find that little slip of paper she wrote her number on years ago, and you’ll call it, your heat beat racing as the line rings. But to your dismay, that number is no longer in service. And just like that, she’s gone. The feeling you’ll never feel again, is gone with the girl. And you’ll wonder if you had kissed her one last time or called her one last time ten years earlier, maybe she would be the one in the room next door putting, no, singing your child a lullaby to sleep.
midnight-bleue (via brandyusa)

This makes me feel ill

(via tbhkate)