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tidepooling:

when you want to look cute but don’t want to be harassed by men #justgirlythings

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ryantippery:

Ryan Tippery | 2014
Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes.
by William Gibson (via acrylicalchemy)

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…the older I get, the more I see how women are described as having gone mad, when what they’ve actually become is knowledgeable and powerful and fucking furious.
by Sophie Heawood  (via brosetta-stone)

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You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect—you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break—her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.
by Bob Marley  (via dirtyberd)

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papadaftpunk:

american sex education be like

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Ethiopian Opal with a rare ‘Honeycomb’ Pattern
There is no time for love that isn’t miraculous. Get up and leave. Move. Go. Don’t hold on because you think you’ll never find someone else. If you’re even a little bit unsure, leave. Your uncertainty should tell you that at the very least, you need to explore other avenues. And if those roads lead you back, great. If they don’t, great. Wanting to leave is enough reason to go. And believe me, one way or another, you will eventually wind up where you’re supposed to.
by Brianna Wiest, If You Want Extraordinary Love, You Need To Fight For It  (via whismical)

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She felt everything too deeply, it was like the world was too much for her.
by Joyce Maynard, Labor Day (via s-targaze)

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