|—||Archbishop Desmond Tutu (via nepdp)|
In case you were having a bad day…..
It’s on my left forearm. It’s a note my mom left me the night she died. Here’s a side-by-side shot of the two.
Deserves every note.
I cried and then I reblogged
Omfg, i’m crying :(
We are taught to walk scared late at night. We cradle our keys between our perfectly manicured fingers, walking gracefully like a baby antelope in a herd of lions. That our virginity defines our character. That I am a frigid bitch if I do not fuck him, and a dirty slut if I do.
My ideal date would be me wearing a thick furry coat and black agent provocateur lingerie and snorting coke in an 18th century room alone.
the calendar of small talk
The social algorithm
my favorite time of the year is that week in March where no one talks. complete silence 24/7. perfect
"wow! who taught you to do your makeup like that?"
"wow! who taught you how to make that?"
"wow! who taught you-"
why do you know so much about sex
why are you so calm about porn
why do you hate people so much
why don’t you ever hang out with anyone from your school
what do you mean you hate this genera—