We are neither on good terms or bad. We are no longer anything.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
u know what I don’t get? really rude old people. like, you’ve spent more than 70 years alive and well on this earth and you still haven’t figured out that you should be nice to strangers? what were you doing this whole time?? how did you do such a bad job at being a person for so long
Don’t tell your daughter
Don’t tell your daughter that when a boy is mean or rude to her it’s because he has a crush on her. Don’t teach her that abuse is a sign of love.
A million times YES. Do not spread that bull. There is NO love in abuse.
I keep wondering, how many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself.
Why ‘Free the Nipple’ is happening
If my brother goes to a beach and takes his top off, it’s a beach
If I go to a beach and take my top off, it’s a nude beachIf my boyfriend takes his top off because he is warm, he is cooling off
If I took my top off because I was warm, it would be illegalIf my dad was in a magazine shirtless, he would be modelling
If I was in a magazine shirtless, it would be seen as pornIf a guy runs around with his top off for no reason, nobody questions it
If I was to breast feed my child however, which is totally natural and not at all sexual, I could be asked to put my breast away because I was making others feel ‘uncomfortable’PLEASE support #freethenipple because it is so so so important and will help make everyones bodies equal
knowing that i’m still in the “early life” section of my hypothetical wikipedia page is strangely comforting
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
You’re lying if you say that you’ve never loved anything to the point of pain.
who else is blossoming into a beautiful young woman with no chill
