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fuckheaded:

Clearly she wears those short skirts and skimpy tank tops because she wants the d. and by d I mean vitamin d. she wants to soak up as much sun as she can. because revealing clothes are not an invitation for sex u prick

(Source: zerogoukki, via dramaticjuliet)

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perfect-in-imperfection:

ex0rdiium:

fosteringmeyer:

Taken with my iPhone.

holy shit that’s insane

Wowow

perfect-in-imperfection:

ex0rdiium:

fosteringmeyer:

Taken with my iPhone.

holy shit that’s insane

Wowow

(via my-secret-treehouse)

— 23 minutes ago with 122289 notes
fishingboatproceeds:

Selfie with Bill Gates outside a health outpost in rural Ethiopia. Amazing day.

fishingboatproceeds:

Selfie with Bill Gates outside a health outpost in rural Ethiopia. Amazing day.

— 24 minutes ago with 4128 notes
"Yo it’s your boy! You already know who it is!"
Every rapper that is not your boy and who you do not know at all
(via yeezygram)

(Source: ammarmali, via plasticbagvevo)

— 31 minutes ago with 159102 notes

White lines, pretty daddy, go ski it

You snort it like a champ, like the winter we’re not in

(Source: radashecktunes, via thoughtsinevershared)

— 1 hour ago with 10520 notes
browneyedmariela:

stunningpicture:

Father and son 11 years later

Real life Goku and Gohan

browneyedmariela:

stunningpicture:

Father and son 11 years later

Real life Goku and Gohan

(via segaruler135)

— 1 hour ago with 49243 notes
"

Dear rapist(s),

How are you doing? I am okay. The inner corners of the walls you invaded have been built back up with reinforced walls and a stronger understanding of what it means to feel worthless. I haven’t felt the same since your warriors destroyed the only part of me that had some sort of recognition. I know I’m not defined by the genitalia that lays between my thighs, but the moment you ripped out my self-esteem and spat on it, I realize that the only defining thing I had was taken away from me. I don’t walk the same way. My right thigh always hurts, and my hips have bruises on their bones that will never fade. It doesn’t matter if my skin heals, the imprints of your fingertips will always burn and crack the sensitive parts of me. People stare at me now, and look at me differently, I think they can taste the shame in my shadow, or maybe they can just sense the rattled clarity that now mixes affection with pain. I don’t let people touch me. The ones that do, feel a cluttered confusion. Hugs feel like a tornado. Confusing and destructive. I don’t have the strength to tell my friends I don’t want to be touched, human interaction is important to them, but a monster to me. Do you know how hard it is to explain to people what you did? I can’t, I don’t remember. My memory has amnesia. The times I do remember what you did, I feel my ribs breaking, the demon between my thighs start to hurt, and the underlying aches are so strong. I hate myself. How could I let you do that to me? I feel like my self-worth has been determined by whether or not I have been captured by the shape-shifters in the alleyways or the drugs in the water bottles. I am worth nothing. Ever since that night, sleeping has become an escape and I fear walking down the street, my body doesn’t work right. There’s an unsettling inner rhythm in me and it doesn’t feel beat right. I want to feel normal, I don’t want to fear every hand that touches my body, but last weekend I was pushed to the ground and I screamed “No” so loud that the skeletons in the cemeteries heard me. I spend most days with a daunting silence in my lungs, and I pray to the dead that they’ll find you. I’ve learned the dead can’t hurt you, only the living do. I have you to thank for that. To be honest, I don’t know where this letter is going, my broken soul told me to recite this to you so I am, maybe one day you’ll get caught and get what you deserve, but until then I will write about the cage you rattled and the confidence you destroyed. I will write about the silenced vocal chords and the claw marks on my thighs you left from gripping too hard because you might’ve ruined my body, but I will not let you ruin me.

Sincerely,

The Victim

"

august 1st is fast approaching

m.n.

(via unscriptedconfabulationmn)
— 11 hours ago with 144 notes

john-egberts-floating-arms:

rick-sanchez:

camiekahle:

THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN

I’VE BEEN TRYING TO FIND THIS FOR SEVEN YEARS

DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW HARD IT IS TO ?????

I’m fucking dying

(Source: mycroftly, via fabulous-twizzle)

— 11 hours ago with 578972 notes

monobeartheater:

dimpleforyourthoughts:

i just want a boy who touches me distractedly

like sitting watching a movie and he just kinds of drags his fingers over your skin while watching and he doesn’t have a motive he’s not trying to tickle you or be sexual with you he’s just touching your skin and feeling the shape of your bones under that skin like it’s physically comforting for him to know that you’re there right under his fingertips

oh fuck i didnt know girls liked when i did this

(via fabulous-twizzle)

— 11 hours ago with 640906 notes
"Stop saying sorry. Say thank you instead. When you say, “sorry for being a jerk” the other person is forced to either call you a jerk or say it wasnt a big deal. Instead, say “thank you for being so patient with me” so the other person has a reason to say they love you."
I saw this gem on Reddit tonight.  It was posted under a topic of “What ‘little’ things you can do to improve your relationship with your significant other.”  I’m definitely taking this piece of advice with me into my next relationship. (via blakebaggott)

(Source: brittanyjoyal, via sunflowers-and-teabags)

— 11 hours ago with 119788 notes