motiya:

See how chill and non competitive your life gets when you don’t judge other girls in how they dress, do their make up, or how many selfies they take. Take a nap by a window, glow up

Grimes @ Budwieser Made In America
August 31, 2014. Philadelphia
Photos by Atothe Photography

trying to decide whether or not it’s appropriate to ask u to come over and get high and fuck

T A G S:  it's not  

darkmarxsoul:

iflybikes:

When men talk of women and girls in terms of legal/not legal, what they’re really saying is “I already sexually objectify this child and would attempt to fuck her if there were no laws in the way.”

You can’t deny that is fucking scary.

Sometimes there are things that just sort of vaguely seem wrong, but you can’t put your finger on why…until it’s worded like this, and suddenly everything slides into place and you feel like someone punched you in the gut.

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"You’re eyes lit up when you talked about him or heard his name. And you always had this genuine smile when you were with him. Your eyes don’t light up anymore and I hardly see you smile now. It must’ve really hurt. It must still hurt."

—part of a writing found in my notebook - 09/6/14 (via ohmylicia)
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emmalynsullivan:

Following conor obersts wife on Instagram is more important to me than most things

Sep 21  via  ©   92 notes
T A G S:  omg  

klefable:

"u dont need makeup to be pretty just be urself!!!"

ok but consider this

  • i fucking love eyeliner

i was a hopeless romantic, now i’m just sucking dick

T A G S:  u know when con says it  

"I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself."

—Simone de Beauvoir (via insanity-and-vanity)
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"It’s still you. It’ll be you when you fracture your wrist at 4AM and call me when I have a presentation the next morning. It’ll be you when you ask to drive my new car and crash it into a telephone pole. It’ll be you if we hate each other for a day or a few. And if you break my favourite mug. And if you keep forgetting our anniversary and make it up to me by baking a salty cake. It’ll be you when your dad dies and you stop talking because you don’t know how. It’ll be you when you crawl softly into my open arms. It’ll be you when your mum calls me a “whore” and you jerk your chin and all you say is “no.” It’s you when you’re messy and ill and sweaty. You when you leave the house door unlocked. You when you burp drunkenly into my ear and curl into my side like a baby. It’ll be you when you burn breakfast in bed and then kiss me for five minutes straight. It’ll be you when your hair gets too long and you can’t be bothered to cut it. You when you fall asleep on the sofa with the cat on your chest. You when we fight and turn everything to rubble. You when you put your mouth to my ear and whisper “it’s you. It’s still you.”"

—Azra.T “It’s still you, it’s still you - MA” (via 5000letters)
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itwasthebestoflines:

All My Friendsby LCD Soundsystem, from Sound of Silver (2007).

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