neonlolita:

queenofpale:

sourest:

savanitabonita:

hopefor-thehopeless:

you’re probably going to dance with another girl who will taste like fresh picked strawberries and smell like flowers blossom in her hair
and you’re probably going to choke down 5 shots of straight vodka and get the thought of me out of your head and focus on the girl dancing with you who wants to be your apple pie but you can’t see the diamonds in her eyes because you’re staring at the ones hanging around her neck and you can’t feel her pull you in closer because she’s reaching farther behind your head of dark hair and tapping shoulders of random guys she’s never even met
and when this happens I hope you run to the dingy bathroom and splash your face with dirty water and vomit up the words you never said because while you’re out drowning your heart in things I shouldn’t care about I’m here looking at the moon whispering how much I fucking love you
and if you take her home I swear to God the moonlight will keep you awake no matter what time it is and you’ll watch it shine across your bedroom floor where we danced and laughed and I almost told you that you are my night sky
and I hope the light catches your attention more than the sight of her would and I hope when you wake up all your remember is that roses are my favourite scented flower and you can’t escape the light of the moon

neonlolita:

queenofpale:

sourest:

savanitabonita:

hopefor-thehopeless:

you’re probably going to dance with another girl who will taste like fresh picked strawberries and smell like flowers blossom in her hair

and you’re probably going to choke down 5 shots of straight vodka and get the thought of me out of your head and focus on the girl dancing with you who wants to be your apple pie but you can’t see the diamonds in her eyes because you’re staring at the ones hanging around her neck and you can’t feel her pull you in closer because she’s reaching farther behind your head of dark hair and tapping shoulders of random guys she’s never even met

and when this happens I hope you run to the dingy bathroom and splash your face with dirty water and vomit up the words you never said because while you’re out drowning your heart in things I shouldn’t care about I’m here looking at the moon whispering how much I fucking love you

and if you take her home I swear to God the moonlight will keep you awake no matter what time it is and you’ll watch it shine across your bedroom floor where we danced and laughed and I almost told you that you are my night sky

and I hope the light catches your attention more than the sight of her would and I hope when you wake up all your remember is that roses are my favourite scented flower and you can’t escape the light of the moon

loubes:

it was a simpler time

powertothenerd:

thegreekdemigods:

happylittlebastille:

troyes-lip-ring:

troyes-lip-ring:

Hey, do me a favor and walk up to the next person you see and tell them they’re ugly. Tell them straight out. Point out all their flaws. Make them feel like shit. Go on go do it.

It’s hard, huh? You can’t do it. So why is it so easy to do it to yourself?

Being mean to yourself is just as bad as being mean to someone else.

shit imma have to reblog this again because
damn

oh wow

jeez

vvant:

im just so glad the word “ugh” was invented

combeferret:

yo but this says so much about rape when a woman would literally rather be around a murderer than a rapist

"

How I will raise my children;

I will not tell my husband ‘I hope it’s a boy/girl’
I will tell him I hope it’s healthy
I will not name them some normal run of the mill name,
I will name them something special, historical and rare.
I will not pierce my baby’s ears,
Because it’s her body and it should be her choice.
I will raise them among animals
So they will never be scared of them,
And they will understand the meaning of unconditional love.
I will not teach them that eggs can only be eaten for breakfast,
I will not shove my traditions down their throats
Or ship them off to catholic school
They can make their own decisions about god and religion when they’re old enough.
I will not send them to private school,
Because come on,
Private school isn’t real life.
Or make them stay in and do homework when it’s sunny and beautiful out.
I will not read my children bedtime stories that end happily ever after,
Because I want them to be prepared for when life takes them and shoves their faces into the dirt.
I will not tell my daughter that she needs a charming handsome prince to save her
And I will teach them to stand up to bullies
Even if the bully is one of their teachers.
I will teach them that there is always a reason why people do things
Nobody is soley bad.
I will not judge my daughter
If she starts wearing too much makeup
I will not call her a whore
If I find out she lost her virginty at 15
Or is in love with a boy three years older
I will not tell my daughter every time she goes out ‘don’t get make raped’
I will tell my son instead ‘don’t rape’
I won’t get mad if he comes stumbling home drunk at 2am because it took that much longer to walk home than drive
Because at least he’s safe
And made a good decision
And your teenage years are for making mistakes and making memories
But I will slap him the minute I hear him talking shit about a girl’s body with his buddies
Telling them that she’s too fat
Or her tits are too small.
I will not tell them I expect grandchildren,
I will tell them I will accept anyone they decide to bring home
Girl
Boy
Trans
As long as they are kind and make you happy it doesn’t really matter
Does it?
DOES IT?
DOES IT MATTER IF YOUR DAUGHTER SHAVES HER HEAD
OR YOUR SON DYES HIS HAIR PINK
no.
It doesn’t.
I really wish I didn’t have to write this,
I wish this was the kind of world where this would be ordinary and common
Accepting and respecting and supporting your children.
But surprisingly,
It’s really rare
And you wonder why there are so many fucked up twisted broken people in this world.
Why did hitler do what he did?
Start by asking Hitler’s dad why he laughed at his art and you’ll have your answer.

"

How I Will Raise My Children, Story a Day [Day 16] (via lifeslattes)

I wish I was raised this way.

(via troyecats)

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"What is an “instant” death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous."