codeinewarrior:

my ideal roommate: dog

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oate:

*shows up at ur door 10 years after we had an argument* aND ANOTHER THING

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Our cultural fixation on female thinness is not an obsession with female beauty but an obsession with female obedience.

— Naomi Wolf in The Beauty Myth  (via punkradical)

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senpaibowie:

don’t bother trying to tell me that this boy isn’t the most stunning person you have ever looked at

(Source: riotfairy)

vh1:

On this day in 1996, The Spice Girls released their debut single “Wannabe.” 

GIRL POWER!!

(via thelayeredlineup)

Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I have already heard the word rubbed raw across the flesh of so many girls before me. Thrown at them like rocks that beat the skin of those we do not understand.

“You are beautiful,” we yell with such contempt. “God dammit, why won’t you just believe me, you’re beautiful!” It is not a compliment. It is a victory march of your own self sacrifice. “You’re beautiful,” we say through gritted teeth. “You’re beautiful,” we spit out through tears, looking at a reflection we hate. “You’re beautiful,” we say, holding a body that has never felt the arms of another. “You’re beautiful.”

Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. A word like that floats on the surface, give me something with depth. Tell me I’m intelligent. Tell me I’m courageous. Tell me that when I laugh the whole world smiles. Tell me that my voice is sweeter than strawberries. Remind me that my hands have helped flowers grow, painted the ocean, and captured the sky in my phone. Assure me that with a mind like mine, I can change the world. 

Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I don’t really care if it’s true. I’ve spent years trying to convince myself that beauty goes through and through. Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I’ve felt the word splatter against me enough for a lifetime. I am better than the “beautiful” that slips from your lips. I am the ocean, 36,000 feet deep. There are parts of me you have never seen. I am outer space, infinite in your search. I am not simply “beautiful.” I’m a fucking masterpiece.

— Not Everyone is Beautiful (via crimson-jpg)

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zumaddy:

The bathroom inside one of Disneyland’s ‘Dream Suites’. The alcove is decorated with hundreds of stars, and the soothing Symphony No. 6 from “Fantasia” fills the room.

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boy-alien:

girl hate is toxic, I don’t have time or patience for girls making fun of each other’s bodies etc

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snakefella:

my aesthetic is like your wearing a shirt that looks like thisimagebut yourje also goth at the same time

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