if i dont reply to ur snapchat its not bc i dont like u its just that im really ugly
June 2013
Omfg I was sitting in a room with a bunch of my aunts, uncles and cousins and my grandma had this weird smile on her face so I asked her what was up and she just looked at me and said “everyone in this house is alive thanks to my vagina”
i think that teenagers being aware of social issues like trans* people and slut shaming and rape culture and misogyny and racism because of a dumb blogging website called tumblr shows that if the medias and politicians explained and showed those things, people would actually start to understand them and stop being close minded assholes
This is a grade A post.
when you have a million fic ideas but can’t write
when you have a million art ideas but can’t draw
when you have a million ideas but can’t
when you’re LYIN ON THE COLD HARD GROUND
I wish there were necklaces given to us at birth that were half of a unique shape and your soulmate wore the other half and they got warmer the closer together you were and colder the further away you were so you could go on this journey when you’re ready to find your other half so that you could be spared all the pain and heartbreak of being played with by those who don’t take dating as seriously as you do
usa gets silver:
russia gets silver:
chinese get silver:
british get bronze:
bologna is a fucked up word
for the longest time i thought shoes on a telephone wire was just people getting rid of their old shoes in a cool way
It’s not?…
no it means that someone sells drugs nearby
my life is a lie
I am an intelligent, eloquent, well-mannered young woman who just so happens to say “fuck” a lot.
nothing is more attractive than guys who are nice to little kids and parents
sometimes i’ll have loads of money and then other times i’ll be awake
“Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded, sun-drenched Polaroid; your days are not an editorial from Lula. Your life is not a Sofia Coppola movie, or a Chuck Palahniuk novel, or a Charles Bukowski poem. Grace Coddington isn’t your creative director. Bon Iver and Joy Division don’t play softly in the background at appropriate moments. Your hysterical teenage diary isn’t a work of art. Your room probably isn’t Selby material. Your life isn’t a Tumblr screencap. Every word that comes out of your mouth will not be beautiful and poignant, infinitely quotable. Your pain will not be pretty. Crying till you vomit is always shit. You cannot romanticize hurt. Or sadness. Or loneliness. You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days. The train being late won’t lead to any fateful encounters, it will make you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far too often, everything will suck - and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way. And there is no divine consolation - only the knowledge that we will hopefully experience the full spectrum - and that sometimes, just sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film.”
—Letters From Nowhere (via hypno-pompic) (via puis)
where can i download a flat stomach
what’s that thing called when your crush likes you back
oh yeah
imagination
liking someone you have no chance with
the bottom of you hair was once at the top of your head
for an ugly person my standards are unrealistically high
