PROLOGUE

Jul 29

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

when u try to caffeinate yourself and just end up increasing ur heart rate with no discernible changes in levels of exhaustion  

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Jul 29

reasons why periods suck

homoish:

  • u get horny over fucking everything
  • blood
  • you fucking ruin your panties
  • fuck
  • what the hell
  • people just fucking stop
  • this list is fucking awful

Jul 29
Jul 29
spiritual-loneliness:

Łucja K.anxious
Jul 29

laurenhooper:

awlhf:

supervengers:

omvr:

yo gettin married at 22 sounds a lot like leavin a party at 9:30 pm

yeah but you get to leave the party with your favorite person on the planet, and take off all of your makeup, and put on your ugly comfortable clothes and make popcorn and curl up in your bed and watch a movie, and have sex and go to sleep, idk how that sounds like a bad thing.

And everyone else just wakes up alone and hungover.

this is the best thing ive ever heard

Jul 29

vogue russia september 2013 by julia noni

vogue russia september 2013 by julia noni

Jul 29
mending4:

Todos os direitos reservados a ESPRIT CONFUS

mending4:

Todos os direitos reservados a ESPRIT CONFUS

Jul 29
fitness-bodybuilding:

Fitness-bodybuilding.tumblr.com

fitness-bodybuilding:

Fitness-bodybuilding.tumblr.com

Jul 29
Jul 29
Jul 29
trebled-negrita-princess:


stfusexists:

feminismandpugsarelife:

heremotionsickness:

Reblogging because I want all of my followers to be aware of just how much you can do in Photoshop, and how little of what you see on posters, in magazines and of pictures on the internet etc. are necessarily real. 

Imagine how the model feels, too. She was hired to be the most beautiful, but they still had to change her because her beauty wasn’t enough.

Not only is the general body distortion completely gross, but notice that they lighten her skin color. This is a white, blonde model, and they make her whiter. Actual white people aren’t even the ideal whiteness, so can you even imagine what models with dark skin have to endure in this industry?

so for all you girls that ask “Why can’t I look like the girls in magazines” it’s because the girls in magazines don’t even look like the girls in magazines.

trebled-negrita-princess:

stfusexists:

feminismandpugsarelife:

heremotionsickness:

Reblogging because I want all of my followers to be aware of just how much you can do in Photoshop, and how little of what you see on posters, in magazines and of pictures on the internet etc. are necessarily real. 

Imagine how the model feels, too. She was hired to be the most beautiful, but they still had to change her because her beauty wasn’t enough.

Not only is the general body distortion completely gross, but notice that they lighten her skin color. This is a white, blonde model, and they make her whiter. Actual white people aren’t even the ideal whiteness, so can you even imagine what models with dark skin have to endure in this industry?

so for all you girls that ask “Why can’t I look like the girls in magazines” it’s because the girls in magazines don’t even look like the girls in magazines.

Jul 29

rfmmsd:

Photographer & Artist:

Ramona Zordini

"CHANGING TIME II"

Jul 29

quote Don’t live the same year 75 times and call it a life.

Robin Sharma (via severs)

This hit me like a brick…

(via knitting-books)

Jul 29
mild-bloom:

Solitude is bliss 
The love for being alone has definitely grown on me over time. I think back to when I was younger and I used to absolutely hate it, I felt the need to be surrounded by people all the time, immersed in their somewhat boring small talk and casually engaging in it myself. If I were to be left home alone, I would call my grandma, I would spend the whole time on the phone to her, if she didn’t pick up the phone I would pay a long visit to my neighbours. Every day off school I would be with someone, every weekend I would be with someone, simply thinking about it now tires me out!
Looking back on these times is so odd for me as I usually crave being home alone, spending time with myself and at the most part, not having to wear pants (perks of being alone). It’s ironic, I’m currently alone on a train writing this, and thoroughly enjoying myself.
Don’t get me wrong, I adore the company of some, but theres something about being with myself that I prefer. I have become independent and being alone allows me figure things out, I’ve also stopped worrying about how I’d be perceived for not going out, which is a nice feeling.
Sometimes being around people tires you out, it all becomes overwhelming and you just need to separate yourself from the rest of the earth. Telling someone you don’t feel like hanging out is perfectly fine. Taking a day off school every now and then reserved for some you time is perfectly fine. Regain your senses, gather yourself together, then head out into the swarming, insane world again.
I now feel fortunate that I’m completely okay with being by myself. Not having the need to be around people is comforting within itself. A weekend without plans doesn’t cause me to fret nor bore me to tears. I have come to terms that I am happiest when I’m alone, it has helped my find myself and construct who I am as a person. It’s healthy to spend time alone, you need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person. I don’t fight solitude, and that rules.

mild-bloom:

Solitude is bliss

The love for being alone has definitely grown on me over time. I think back to when I was younger and I used to absolutely hate it, I felt the need to be surrounded by people all the time, immersed in their somewhat boring small talk and casually engaging in it myself. If I were to be left home alone, I would call my grandma, I would spend the whole time on the phone to her, if she didn’t pick up the phone I would pay a long visit to my neighbours. Every day off school I would be with someone, every weekend I would be with someone, simply thinking about it now tires me out!

Looking back on these times is so odd for me as I usually crave being home alone, spending time with myself and at the most part, not having to wear pants (perks of being alone). It’s ironic, I’m currently alone on a train writing this, and thoroughly enjoying myself.

Don’t get me wrong, I adore the company of some, but theres something about being with myself that I prefer. I have become independent and being alone allows me figure things out, I’ve also stopped worrying about how I’d be perceived for not going out, which is a nice feeling.

Sometimes being around people tires you out, it all becomes overwhelming and you just need to separate yourself from the rest of the earth. Telling someone you don’t feel like hanging out is perfectly fine. Taking a day off school every now and then reserved for some you time is perfectly fine. Regain your senses, gather yourself together, then head out into the swarming, insane world again.

I now feel fortunate that I’m completely okay with being by myself. Not having the need to be around people is comforting within itself. A weekend without plans doesn’t cause me to fret nor bore me to tears. I have come to terms that I am happiest when I’m alone, it has helped my find myself and construct who I am as a person. It’s healthy to spend time alone, you need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person. I don’t fight solitude, and that rules.

Jul 28