shhdarlingsilenceyourwords:

this—too—shall—pass:

16yrold:

ionlylovebooks:

did u kno that if you press the home button on accident on your dash you can press it again and go back to where you were BECAUSE I NEVER DID

this just changed my life

!!!!!!!!!!

Very few people really care about freedom, about liberty, about the truth, very few. Very few people have guts, the kind of guts on which a real democracy has to depend. Without people with that sort of guts a free society dies or cannot be born.
Doris Lessing, The Golden Notebook (via kushandwizdom)
I won’t beg someone to love me. I learned long ago that there is no use in hopeless pleas of trying to make someone stay. I am too good to chase someone who does not know my worth and I am too wild to keep waiting for someone who doesn’t acknowledge my value. I want to be loved unconditionally. I shouldn’t have to fight so hard for it. I do not have the time to prove to someone that I am worth it. I shouldn’t have to prove any of that; I am worth more than that.
Ming D. Liu, A Story A Day #138  (via 1112pm)

(Source: mingdliu)


thotofficial:

god

(Source: thegaysticky)


moynmoyn:

wow look at this terrible role model for young girls.

(Source: nickimlnaj)

Things That Give Me Anxiety.
  • being late
  • things i said five minutes ago
  • things i said five years ago
  • people touching me
  • being around a ton of people
  • being yelled at
  • wondering if people are talking about me
  • every action i do
  • and just about everything else

(Source: danielle-skins-suicide-life)

kokodokoko:

just because i don’t follow u back doesn’t mean i think u have a shitty blog. you might just have posts/fandoms/stuff i don’t really want on my dash. and hey, that’s fine. it’s YOUR tumblr you’re here for you and that’s goodgreatawesome

but please don’t think me not following you back means i hate u 5ever and that u can never inbox me or reply to my posts or follow me on twitter or something b/c that is not what it means at all

(Source: rururupansansei)

jaclcfrost:

do you know how difficult it is to feel secure in your looks and personality and overall self when absolutely no one has ever shown any interest in you whatsoever like yeah you shouldn’t base all of your self-confidence on other people but still there’s like always that irritating little voice inside of you that tells you that you’ve never been worth a second glance or getting to know for anyone and you can try to ignore it all you want but it’s still there

It’s so fucking twisted, you know. This whole “love” thing. Like really? You fall in love and you literally fall. You crash to the ground and I swear to god all your bones break. You’re fucking shattered but you don’t notice because you’ve got this beautiful girl whispering in your ear and kissing your neck and nothing else matters. But then she leaves and suddenly you feel it. You feel everything. And you’re hysterically crying in your car at 4 in the morning in some empty parking lot because it’s the only place that doesn’t taste like her and you’re trying to hold your bones together but her old anything won’t work as a cast, wrapping them around your chest won’t fix the craters in your ribs. Nothing stops the aching.