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When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.
Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love   (via exercise-for-confidence)

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jaclcfrost:

if you ever think my shorts are “too short” i want you to consider the following

  • they are called “shorts”
  • i look great

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thetallestpine:

Perfect braid.
Apr 23, 2014 / 2,148 notes

thetallestpine:

Perfect braid.

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What To Do When Your Boyfriend’s Asshole Best Friend Says, “Hey, Never Trust Anything That Bleeds For Seven Days And Doesn’t Die,
Right?”
OR The Only Poem I’ll Ever Write About Periods.

Don’t excuse him because he’s had
at least three lite beers
and is sweating through his black button down
that his mom or exgirlfriend
probably bought him.
Don’t excuse him because he’s been turned down
by the last six girls he went on dates with
after meeting them on tindr
with a picture that’s seven years old
Don’t excuse him because
he’s usually such a nice guy
because you don’t want to be a bitch
because you don’t want to cause a scene
because when you were seventeen
your sister told you
no one likes an angry feminist

Tell him,
Hey, Asshole:
Let me explain something to you.
Every goddamn motherfucking month since I was eleven,
a part of me
tore itself to shreds
ripped itself apart inside me
and then remade itself.

So yes, I bleed for seven days
and I don’t die
You know what else can do that?
Gods.
Immortal beings.
Things of legend.
Fuck, I can even
create life.

So I say, never trust anything that can’t
bleed for seven days and not die.
You know what that makes it?
Weak
Fallible
Mortal.
So let’s see, hon,
What you’re made of.
If you can bleed for seven days
and not die.

Rip out his jugular with your teeth.
And when he bleeds for seven seconds
and dies,
spit on his corpse and say,
I thought not.

Apr 21, 2014 / 111,969 notes
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.
Carlos Ruiz ZafonThe Shadow Of The Wind (via bookmania)
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foxmouth:

Breathe, 2014 | Elizabeth Gadd

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absolutescotland:

Sunset at Edinburgh
Apr 19, 2014 / 175 notes

absolutescotland:

Sunset at Edinburgh

absolutescotland:

From The Staircase
Apr 19, 2014 / 103 notes

absolutescotland:

From The Staircase

He will take you by surprise,
and you won’t notice the first steps
that turn to falling.
When you make room for him,
hollowing yourself,
be careful what you throw away.
When he stomps around your heart
like he owns the place,
remember who was there first.


And do not lose yourself.

Michelle K., Do Not Lose Yourself. (via michellekpoems)
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depaysementdunejeunedemoiselle:

torrilla:

Tom Hiddleston sings Bear Necessities (by Tom Hiddleston UK)

OH FUCK THIS SHIT! 

THAT’S IT! I’M SO FUCKING DONE WITH ALL THIS!

So, I have come to terms with the fact that I will die an old spinster because how the fuck am I supposed to get myself out that huge hole of obsession I have dug? I am pretty sure by now even Tom Hiddleston the person could not compete with Tom Hiddleston, tumblr persona. 

I may just turn Steven away at the door on the grounds that he can never be as fantastic as Tom Hiddleston and commence my spinsterhood at once. After all, I already have one cat. He’ll probably eat me when I die alone in my house, forgotten by all. *sob* 

‎’Slut’ is attacking women for their right to say yes. ‘Friend Zone’ is attacking women for their right to say no.
And “bitch” is attacking women for their right to call you on it.  (via madgay)

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The funny thing about introverts is once they feel comfortable with you, they can be the funniest, most enjoyable people to be around. It’s like a secret they feel comfortable sharing with you. Except the secret is their personality
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You must write immediately and do all you can to console me in it, make it rich as a draft of poppies to intoxicate me, write the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been.

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