fuckingflorida:

sandandglass:

Source

Surprised nobody got shot

piplump:

Pros and cons of boys:

  • Con: They’re dicks
  • Pro: Their dicks

(Source: piplump, via poelitics)

mangomamita:

Corsican vendetta knife with floral detail

che la mia ferita sia mortale
"may my wound be deadly"

(Source: anti-romanticismo, via fuckyeahsexanddrugs)

*fills mason jar with vodka* i’m doing a cleanse

(Source: zodiacbaby, via 87daysbefore)

sithlordlindz:

omniastudios:

Celestial Lunar Oracle ring with deeply antiqued sterling silver, white topaz accent.

www.omniaoddities.com

Fuck

thisisthemaxwellmurder:

Side of the thigh mandala

(via piercingsandink)

sadsappysam:

"Remember that it’s ok, If we don’t see eye-to-eye today. Cause I’ll be there for you tomorrow, steady and faithful as your anchor."

(via princesslovehandles)

"I’m going to tell you what a demon once told me: It is okay to want your own happiness. It’s okay to care about yourself the most. It’s okay to do what’s healthy for YOU. When someone hits you, it’s okay to hit back and then ask them what the hell they expected. It’s okay. You are not obligated to sit there and smile and swallow every bit of shit everyone heaps on you. You are more than furniture, you’re more than window dressing, you’re not their shiny toy. You’re human, and you have the right to say “That was shitty of you”. You have a right to say “Let me feed that back to you; tell me, how does it taste?” You have a right to protest your own mistreatment and set boundaries for respectful interactions. The rest of the world doesn’t realize you have this right, and they will act offended and appalled when you exercise it, but it is yours."

SonneillonV (via sonneillonv)

(via princesslovehandles)

lame-waves:

i guess i recorded an ice bucket challenge today after i got my wisdom teeth out ??

(via girlinged-deactivated20140829)

blasturbater5000:

*seductively moves empty beer cans out of the way to make room for pizza*

"

archive all of our memories like they matter,
like we mattered.
you and I both know the way a hurricane still destroys after
it is over.
you and I both know the way the phone rings when it isn’t ringing at all.

Tell me, do you remember?
do you remember the way my hands trembled?
do you remember the way my body slouched away from you when you
kissed me?
did it matter at all?

I took up painting after we parted and I don’t quite know how to tell you this,
but my self portrait looked like you
and I don’t know what this means,
but I know I will always be the one leaving from now on.

we can lose everyone in our lives and still relearn the way the bed feels…
cold.

If I cannot remember what my own hands feel like
what my hair smells like
what my eyes look like
how my thighs feel, clothed,
then who am I?
I was always yours.
I was always his.
I was always theirs.

I lost myself, but this time I am mine.

archive all of our memories like they matter,
like we mattered.
you and I both know the way a hurricane still destroys after
it is over.
you and I both know the way the phone rings when it isn’t ringing at all.

"