americxanhorrorstory:

"I’ve never had fans in the younger generation before, so that’s really cool."

(via themediocrewhiteshark)

"

Stop telling women that we should find ourselves beautiful and that we should love ourselves when you are standing right there, judging us on how our knees look in short skirts and how prominent our boobs are in a sweater and how much makeup we are or are not wearing.

Instead of us working harder on “love your body” and “find your inner beauty”, the rest of the world should be working harder on “stop telling women their bodies are a shameful place to live but that if they’re strong enough, they will learn to embrace that shame.”

This is my body. It’s not “beautiful”. I don’t “love it”. I don’t have to. I don’t have to have any strong feelings about my body. And whatever feelings I do have are not somehow invalid if they’re not glowing reviews.

"

— Elyse Mofo, “Don’t Tell Me to Love My Body” (via nightrevelations)

(via incomplete-stupidity)

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imsosickofjustinbieber:

You’re a fan of Justin Bieber? Name three of his criminal offenses

(Source: donyallelove, via junerd)

abookblog:

books-and-cookies:

readerxpro:

HOW TO REMOVE PESKY STICKERS FROM YOUR BOOKS (contains naughty words)

THIS IS A PSA.

This is important

(via taemitez)

amutualddiction:

You Me At Six - Bite My Tongue ft. Oliver Sykes [x]

amutualddiction:

You Me At Six - Bite My Tongue ft. Oliver Sykes [x]

(via frosty-man)

for twenty-year-olds who have never been loved

writingsforwinter:

All of a sudden two decades have passed and you still have not kissed anyone with tongue, or kissed anyone at all for that matter, or had a 3 AM conversation with someone who would rather look into your eyes for ten minutes straight than talk. You have never worn a lover’s sweater or “forgotten” it at home in your bedroom just so you would have an excuse to see them again. You have never even stood face-to-face with someone who makes your hands shake so hard it feels like they’re both having a separate anxiety attack.

This causes you much guilt and self-blame and sadness but above all, an overwhelming curiosity. Are you really that ugly, that unwanted, that uninteresting, that boring, that no one, absolutely no one, has ever looked at you like the only thing on earth?

The answer is no. The better answer is that someone out there, somewhere in the world, is “wondering what it’s like to meet someone like you,” and they have two decades worth of love stored in their veins like a shoot-‘em-up drug, and they’re just about ready to inject it into someone else’s bloodstream. All you have to do is roll up your sleeves and wait for it to happen.

At times you felt so lonely you could stand at the edge of a cliff with nothing beneath you but air and grass and a long, long way down, and you’d still feel emptier than that canyon itself. Maybe you even danced with yourself alone in your room a few times, arms outstretched around a ghost, pretending someone else’s hands were on your waist, someone else’s eyes boring into yours.

Or maybe you fell temporarily in love with strangers on public transportation, fell in love with anybody who so much as accidentally brushed your hand on the way past. For you, falling in love with dozens of people a day was a coping mechanism for not having anyone to love you in return. But people are not eggs and falling in love with a dozen of them does not mean your shell will remain uncracked. One day you’re going to hit the point where you’re so desperate for human contact that you’re going to snap in half and all your love will bleed out like egg yolk.

But someone out there is eating a bowl of Ramen noodles right now, or putting on slippers, or settling into bed. They are doing all the normal things that you’ve done in your own life. They are just like you. They have cellulite and extra fat in all the wrong places and goals and fears and doubts and bad handwriting.

The truth is that they are just like you, and being just like you, they’re looking for a lover too. They’re what you might call a soulmate.

They think they’re all alone in feeling the way they do, but you’re really both two halves of a whole.

And one day you’ll meet them, bump into them on the street, and your two halves will be put together, and you’ll make one.

kimpissible:

its so sad that every boy who dresses remotely nice is labeled as gay like thts not even offensive to gay people it just means straight boys dress like shit 

(via blush-rabbits-wonderland)

enemy-stand:

ahlazers:

you know how much pressure there is on girls to be good at every video game they play, because if they fuck up once there’s going to be a heck of a lot of people saying how girls suck and how they shouldn’t play video games 

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(via sadbrazilian)

"It’s 9:36pm and it’s too early to go to bed but I’m choking on disappointments, loneliness, and the future, so I’d rather sleep than to feel dead."

— (via nostalgicjoy)

(via her-name-is-suicide)

viridian-plains:

incompleteicarus:

Do you ever ‘wtf white people’ even though you are a white people.

(via shit-princess)

aro-ace-wonderwoman:

I swear a lot of people would be less confused about their sexual orientation if they knew that romantic orientations were also a thing.

(Source: aro-ace-skeleton-warrior, via shit-princess)

thechamberofsecrets:

earlier today i was thinking about the thousands of girls who post videos on youtube reviewing makeup and talking about their fav products and making tutorials and how no girl has ever once done it just to impress men like literally that whole community exists just for girls because it’s something that so many of us enjoy and yet men still think that we wear makeup for them

(via smellsliketeenmom)