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1. Your skin may never be perfect, and that’s okay.

2. Life is too short not to have the underwear, the coffee, and the haircut you want.

3. Everyone (including your family, your coworkers, and your best friend) will talk about you behind your back, and you’ll talk about them too. It doesn’t mean you don’t love each other.

4. It’s okay to spend money on things that make you happy.

5. Sometimes without fault or reason, relationships deteriorate. It will happen when you’re six, it will happen when you’re sixty. That’s life.

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Five things I am trying very hard to accept (via aumoe)

(via littledotheyknowx)

"If you find yourself thinking “Wait. Can’t say that. He’ll think I’m weird and fucked up.” Ditch them and find someone who responds with something twice as weird and three times as fucked up."

Jeremiah Van Guilder (via lullabysounds)

(Source: youfeellikeraindrops, via besstofme)

"I’m going insane.
My fingertips crave you. They want to say something extravagant about how beautiful you are. But words won’t do. They won’t do because you cannot capture your beauty with a simple sentence or some stupid literature term I can’t think of because you’re consuming my thoughts. My minds constantly thinking about metaphors that can help people, but mostly me, understand your beauty but nothing’s good enough. It seems as if the best way of explaining your beauty at the moment is by taking a list of all the beautiful things in the world and putting it all together to make one simple sentence. Yet even if you multiplied that sentence by one hundred it still could not grasp your beauty. I’m going insane because I’ve never met someone I couldn’t describe. I’ve never talked to someone that has made me stumble over my words. But I met you. And any day of the week I would choose going insane over losing you."

(via r3-cov3ry)

(via besstofme)

drunkdilf:

kinda wanna go on a date, kinda wanna get hit by a truck too 

(Source: cyberho, via miserableeandmagical)

"Surround yourself with those who bring out the best in you, not the stress in you."

inories:

I need time for me, just me, no one else.

(via cumfort)

"If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad."

My doctor when I told her I had no reason to be sad (via hrive-ithiliel)

(via pursuitofhapppinessss)

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Too many men look at me like I owe them something, like the word ‘beautiful’ should mean something to me just because that’s how they choose to describe me. Too many men think that the black heels I wear to the grocery store is my way of saying, “Look at my legs. Do you like the way my dress hugs my curves?” When the truth is I just got off work and need some fucking beer and bread. Don’t look at me like that, the only reason my lips are painted red is because I ran out of Chapstick and this was the only thing I could find in my car.

I once dated a man who said that for Valentine’s Day all he wanted was me in red lace. He said that I would taste like chocolate, that he wanted to show me just how good love can feel. He talked like his sex skills were the best gift he could give me. I wore black lace and showed him how it feels to be fucked harder than the night he lost his virginity to a stripper. He said I tasted like mystery and black coffee as he got down on his knees to find his boxers. He said he couldn’t find the taste of chocolate on my neck. That was the morning he realized that being a man had nothing to do with ‘how hard you can fuck’. If that was the case, I would be ten foot tall and bullet proof and one hell of a guy with nice boobs.

One time I fell into the arms of a drunk man in the backseat of his car, he claimed that he loved me afterwards. He called me a bitch when I said I just wanted to be his friend. I told him if me giving him my friendship made me a bitch then me giving him my heart would make me a cunt from hell. That was the day I stopped kissing boys who had to prove that they were men and started holding hands with men who didn’t realize they turned heads when they walked by.

Love rests in the heart and is spilled from your throat.
Lust rests in your pants and prefers to not ask for a name.
One day those men will realize that sincere, kind words
are the way to a woman’s heart, not a good fucking.
One day those men will realize that their Adam’s apple
is the forbidden fruit,
not their dick.

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when he asks what drawer you keep your lingerie in//d.a.h (via whisperingbones)

(via rustedpetals)

liftedandgiftedd:

if her legs aren’t shaking when you’re done then you’re not done

(via veganesh)

uglygirlsclub:

don’t date anyone who doesn’t want to hear your favorite song, watch your favorite movie, read your favorite book

(via veganesh)