Steph

Beautiful of face, but vile and black of heart.
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bestnatesmithever:

perzadook:

POST # 15,000

The secret to a good high five is to watch their elbow

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Call your mother. Tell her you love her. Remember you’re the only person who knows what her heart sounds like from the inside. pobredreamer (via perfect)

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hatzigsut:

very chilling topic on twitter right now. 

i have my own reasons for #WhyIStayed, and looking through this hashtag, i can see so many women and men who were lost, just as i was.

i stayed because it was the first time i felt important to anyone. he “loved” me. when he said he would die if i left him, i thought it passionate. when he started showing up unannounced at my house, because my friends told him my brother’s friends were over, i thought the jealousy was endearing.

then he tried to kill himself when i left town for two days. he was convinced that i would find someone else, in a town where i knew no one. i came back home, and promised i would never leave.

the manipulation and emotional abuse became physical—but only once. he slammed me against a wall after i made a joke about dumping him once i started college. i hid the bruises from my family, for weeks. that was the moment i decided to get out, no matter what happened. for some people, it only takes one time. others need more than one. and some people never make it out alive.

it is not always easy to “just leave.” it is a blessing if you are able to leave, with no consequences.

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swolizard:

sometimes you’ve gotta compliment yourself and just be your own hype squad

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blackumi:

What in fucks name is this flying water

blackumi:

What in fucks name is this flying water

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p0kemina:

theofficialariel:

All I have going for me is sarcasm, resting bitch face, huge thighs, and really good eyebrows. 

actually me

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okayouralways said: Can you please do a mix of songs for a rainy day?Thank you!

amixtapeforthesoul:

I’ve done several, here you go!:

Rainy Weather.

01. No. 1 Party Anthem - Arctic Monkeys // 02. Let It Be Me - Ray LaMontagne // 03. What You Need - The Weeknd // 04. Lucky Now - Ryan Adams // 05. Half Light I - Arcade Fire // 06. Stars And Boulevards - Augustana // 07. Brighter Than Sunshine - Aqualung // 08. Come On Get Higher - Matt Nathanson // 09. Counting Stars - OneRepublic // 10. Fire & Rain - Mat Kearney

It Keeps Raining. 

01. Baby I’m Yours - Arctic Monkeys // 02. Could It Be Another Change - The Samples // 03. Equestrian - U.S. Royalty // 04. I Will Be Found (Lost At Sea) - John Mayer // 05. Monsters - Angus Stone // 06. Soldier - Gavin DeGraw // 07. Marry Me - Train // 08. Brightest Hour - The Submarines // 09. Sheets - Damien Jurado // 10. Everything Has Changed - Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran

Drizzle Down. 

01. Slow Dancing In A Burning Room - John Mayer // 02. Please Don’t Stop The Rain - James Morrison // 03. Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood // 04. The Fear - Ben Howard // 05. Perfect For Me - Ron Pope // 06. Tessellate - Ellie Goulding // 07. Angels - The xx // 08. Wicked Games - The Weeknd // 09. Warm Water - Banks // 10. Sparks - Coldplay

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When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
Smile
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Do not.
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Not one.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next.
How To Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

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now-this-is-living:

omg i love this

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xo-blackroses:

allthinqsdrake:

Bitches came over, yeah we threw a party

^^ i cannot.

xo-blackroses:

allthinqsdrake:

Bitches came over, yeah we threw a party

^^ i cannot.

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vulturesintrees:

cumgirl1:

that pelvic thrust is so vicious

I’m deleting

vulturesintrees:

cumgirl1:

that pelvic thrust is so vicious

I’m deleting

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“She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.

She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.”

Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders (via kushandwizdom)
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tardis-blueimpala:

findthepaththatisyourown:

peaceloveandstarwars:

“I was walking down the boardwalk in Venice Beach and some kids had probably two litters of puppies in a cardbord box. They were maybe a day to 3 days old and she was at the very bottom of the box and she couldn’t open her eyes yet. Nearly could fit into the palm of my hand.. and they were like ‘gimme 300 dollars!’ and I was like ‘I got 20 bucks on me. Give me the one that’s not gonna make it through the day.’ And I took her to the vet and he was like ‘I don’t know, man. She’s too young, she shouldn’t be away from her mom.’ So I bottle-fed her for a month and she used to kiss her way around which is how she got her name ‘Bisou’ - it means ‘kiss’ in french. And 12 years later, here she is.”

ALL OF MY CREYS

I… love… THIS MAN.

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