2. lizzymercierdescloux1979:

    things girls do that I love:

    • offer their friends sips of their coffee drinks without being asked
    • scratch each others back
    • say things like “smell this lotion I bought this weekend”
    • compliment each other’s eyebrows 
    • that thing when they agree with you and their eyes get really wide and they nod their head solemnly 
    • throw out each others gum wrappers or chip bags when they get up 

    (via some-riots)


  3. "

    You can tell me “not all men.”
    every woman knows that.

    But when the weight of a single man
    crushes her into the mattress
    and extinguishes the light from her eyes,
    there is no statistic
    or trend
    or clever saying
    that can stop her from feeling the burn of his touch
    in every man’s gaze.

    So maybe, to you, it’s one man.
    But for her, it is all.

    — -M.H., It Doesn’t Matter (via ed-free-maggie)

    (via daddyfuckedme)

  4. sadillite:

    I don’t want to get involved in this by Guido van der Werve

    (via daddyfuckedme)


  5. “Before you say yes, get him angry. See him scared, see him wanting, see him sick. Stress changes a person. Find out if he drinks and if he does, get him drunk - you’ll learn more about his sober thoughts. Discover his addictions. See if he puts you in front of them. You can’t change people, baby girl. If they are made one way, it doesn’t just wear off. If you hate how he acts when he’s out of it now, you’re going to hate it much worse eight years down the road. You might love him to bits but it doesn’t change that some people just don’t fit.”
    inkskinned, “My father’s recipe for the man I should marry” (via swiftbeat)


  6. "

    “He who becomes the slave of habit,
    who follows the same routes every day,
    who never changes pace,
    who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
    who does not speak and does not experience,
    dies slowly.

    He or she who shuns passion,
    who prefers black on white,
    dotting ones “it’s” rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
    that turn a yawn into a smile,
    that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
    dies slowly.

    He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
    who is unhappy at work,
    who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
    to thus follow a dream,
    those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,
    die slowly.

    He who does not travel, who does not read,
    who does not listen to music,
    who does not find grace in himself,
    she who does not find grace in herself,
    dies slowly.

    He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
    who does not allow himself to be helped,
    who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,
    dies slowly.

    He or she who abandon a project before starting it, who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn’t know, he or she who don’t reply when they are asked something they do know,
    die slowly.

    Let’s try and avoid death in small doses,
    reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.

    Only a burning patience will lead
    to the attainment of a splendid happiness.”

    — Pablo Neruda (via wordpainting)

    (via some-riots)

  7. #safedrivinghabits with #carygrant in #roomforonemore

  8. assbutts-and-asgardians:

    You probably scrolled down expecting there to be explanation of what you just read


    there’s not

    (Source: ratak-monodosico, via some-riots)


  9. Anonymous said: When will you come home?

    honey, i AM home

  10. rookiemag:

    Rest in peace.