I am, She is, She was,

"She was elusive, She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of Amber Elegance, The flittling shadow of a Daisy. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork board like the butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew."

1. Make sure you own a nice bed.

2. Sleep in it frequently.

3. Remember how nice it feels to flip over your pillow to the cooler side.

4. Check your pulse and hum along to the rhythm because it is music.

5. Write clear and make a lot of spelling errors. Get the poison out and don’t worry about it being neat.

6. If you can, do not shut people out. You will have good days and they should see them.

7. If you feel overwhelmed, go outside and scream. Find a nice empty park in the middle of the night and scream as loud as you can until your throat is bleeding. The world wants to hear you.

8. Let yourself fall in love. Believe it or not, there are people out there who want your blacks and blues.

9. Keep waking up.

10. Keep waking up.

11. Keep waking up. Maybe with someone next to you.

—tips on how to keep going (via c-oquetry)

(Source: alonesomes, via lesbiancolors)

aliciaaadanielle:

n4ughty-y:

I watched an interview he was in and they asked him, “how do you play being in love so easily?” and he replied, “actually being in love with leighton really helped.”


My heart

aliciaaadanielle:

n4ughty-y:

I watched an interview he was in and they asked him, “how do you play being in love so easily?” and he replied, “actually being in love with leighton really helped.”

My heart

(Source: chicgarden, via voguechanel)

Gone Girl (2014) | Directed by David Fincher

"I did not kill my wife. I am not a murderer."

(Source: milestellers, via blomskvist)

That’s when you know for sure somebody loves you. They figure out what you need and they give it to you — without you asking.

—Adriana Trigiani, Very Valentine (via texaszetalove)

(Source: observando, via theyankeebelle)

ABC's (just for fun)

primaivy:

A is for Andover
B is for Barbour & Brooks Brothers
C is for Cape Cod
D is for Diamonds
E is for Etiquette
F is for Family & Friends
G is for Green & Pink
H is for Hamptons & Hunter boots
I is for Ivy League
J is for Jack Rogers & J. Crew
K is for Kennedy family
L is for L.L. Bean &…

I don’t give a fuck about who doesn’t like me, who stopped fucking with me, who stopped speaking to me, or any of the petty shit people do towards me because I sleep great every night.

—From Jhonni Blaze’s IG (Reiterated)  (via dingyfeathers)

(Source: nikki-fellatio, via ayeeeitsziena)

carriesfirstperiod:

my mom just looked at a spider at our kitchen and yelled “why do you have to be like that? you dont need that many eyes or legs you need to stop”

(via unexotic)

duaneolson:

a-game-of-romance-and-winchester:

So let me tell you about the shittiest parent on the motherfucking planet.

I work at a grocery store and this man comes in with his 11 year old son. He buys a pack a cigarettes and a two cases of beer. The son was holding a two dollar drawing pad and placed it on the belt and I guess the dad didn’t notice it at first but when I was about to scan the pad he asked where’d it have come from and turned towards the kid and asked “Did you put that shit up there?”. He told me to put it back and then told his 11 year old child that he “ain’t paying for that gay ass notebook.”.  So I looked at the kid, who was close to tears and saying how he ran out of paper at home and my heart broke. So I gave the pad to him, for free, and told the dad I would take care of it. I gave the kid some tokens for a game outside and said I would look forward to buying some of his drawings and paintings when he’s all famous. He kids face was so priceless and I thought everything was good. But then, about 10 ten minutes after giving the kid his notebook, I walked outside and saw this. The drawing pad all ripped up and tossed on the pavement. I could only imagine what happened in the parking lot, but I know that that poor kid heart is fucking ripped apart, just like this pad.

I’m fucking horrified that there are parents like this, who, just because it’s not masculine or gender specificthey won’t let their children follow their true passions or explore interests that lead to their happiness. Even more so, I’m horrified that parents don’t care about the fine arts anymore because it doesn’t have job security. Since when did it ever matter to a child if their passion makes them money or not? Parenting is about supporting whatever makes your child happy. Have some fucking consideration for your child’s wants not your homophobic and anti-art ideals. 

Everybody needs to see this

(via embody-peace)