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stability:

people who feel comfortable pooping anywhere other than their house are not to be trifled with

(Source: stability)

unlawfully:

Having a cute waiter like I’ll have the chicken with a side of that dick

(Source: unlawfully)

rosehip-baby:

I’ve watched this at least 200 times

(Source: koolghoul)

All I want to do is go out and drink and flirt with boys, but everyone is working or studying and just generally unavailable and I am sad. I haven’t been out in over a month and I just need a good drink to make myself feel better.

thegirlwithcaramelskin:

the-altar:

grebnesieh:

Grab her booty in front of dudes who want her.

Grab her booty in front of women who want you.

That second one means so much.

"When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
Smile
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Do not.
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Not one.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next."

"You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness."

- (via soulsscrawl)

(Source: bratsquad)

“I’m an adult” I whisper as I try not panic while I’m filling in all those forms that I don’t understand.

(Source: beeleebay)

devilvsdemon:

I shaved my pussy for this?

Right now I don’t really know how I feel or how to describe my mood. This infuriates me to no end. I hate more than anything when I can’t pin point the reason for the pain in my life. It’s like, if I can describe it to myself, then maybe I can force my mind to either deal with it or get over it. But when I can’t, I just spend hours obsessing over it’s possible causes to the point that I create problems and more unnecessary heartache for myself because I’ve picked at ever little aspect of my life until I’ve found every possible flaw imaginable. I just hate this mood and I think I should come up with a name for it so I can just at least them know how I feel.

Don’t fuck with boys who:

thedangerousautumn:

* are mean to their mothers
* are against feminism
* only want you for your body
* will/are leading you on
* think you owe them something
* think they are entitled to your body

(Source: war-allthetime)