I’ve often seen people share that quote, something like “getting married at 22 is kind of like leaving a party at 9:30.” This does not offend me. I agree. I left with the hottest and funnest person at the party and we picked up a pizza on the way home and are snuggled up watching Mad Men together, and everyone else is still at the party getting super wasted and barfing on themselves and making regrettable decisions.
“It’s simple to have sex. People do it regularly. In cars, in apartments, back alleys, drunk, sober, high, it’s easy to just take your clothes off and have sex with the person standing next to you. Making love however, is more than that. It’s opening yourself up to someone. It’s standing in front of them, as they peel away all your layers and you’re asking them if they’ll have you and keep you safe. Think of yourself as an envelope, you’re sealed most the time, so whose important enough to read the letter inside? Because that letter is full of your thoughts, fears and dreams. That’s what being naked really is. That’s what it feels like to be exposed. Don’t just give that away. Wait for the person whose going to read that letter, and never want to stop reading it.”—
Pizza or a thigh gapdry peeling skin?? Ice cream or hip bonesdull eyes?? Food or a nice bodydeath??
Think before you eatencourage others to throw their lives away by posting your pro-ana shit all over the internet where vulnerable naive teenagers can read and imitate your illness that you don’t even possess.
“’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 out on it (via intoxifaded)
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Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you were the one who carried you through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when everyone around you is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe.
Why does Kanye West’s arrogance make him a “bad role model”? So he’s good at what he does and he lets people know about it. There’s nothing wrong with actually thinking you’re the absolute fucking best. I reckon a lot of us could use that kind of confidence/self-esteem boost. That’s why he does so well too, cos he knows he can.
Not saying everyone should be over the top about it but like, you know. It’s fine to think you’re good at something.
“How far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps? How often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short? Why do you find the unavailable so alluring? Where did it begin? What went wrong? And who made you feel so worthless?
If they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you? All this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they couldn’t hear you, but they smelt it on you. You must have known that they could taste the desperate on your skin. And what about the others that would do anything for you, why did you make them love you until you could not stand it? How are you both of these women, both flighty and needful? Where did you learn this, to want what does not want you? Where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay?”—Warsan Shire (via thatkindofwoman)
I hate that feeling when you’re not necessarily sad, but you just feel really empty and every little thing gets to you and everyone that talks to you makes you angry and you want to punch everyone in the face.
I have been alive for like… 21 and a half years now and I would say I have met like 2 people I can be 100% myself around.
Not from like a lack of self confidence, like, I am extremely happy with like 95% of who I am as a person, you know, I don’t hide my opinions, i do stupid things, make stupid jokes, stand up for what I believe in and all that.
But it’s that other 5%, which for the most part I keep like buried, but every now and again something happens and it starts to get heavier and heavier and I it builds and I can’t let it out to anyone, and this is when i want someone who I love.
Someone who on a day when it gets too heavy i can sit down with and they’ll either just talk to me, or just sit with me while i am miserable, or in a bad mood and they’ll just accept it, someone I don’t feel i have to be funny with all the time.
Go on dates. Kiss boys. Wear short skirts. Buy hot pants. Get his number. Own yourself. Post nudes. Don’t shave. Control your life. Have sex. Say no. Be your own hero. Speak up. Get naked. Have wet dreams. Unlearn sexism. Question gender. Fight back. End slut shaming. Cut your hair. Defy patriarchy. Film yourself. Tease men. Be honest. Demand attention. Eat junk food. Wear lingerie. Adore your body. Fuck macho bullshit. Support equality.