guiltyhipster:

Girls get mocked for liking high heels and lipstick. Girls get mocked for liking sports. Girls get mocked for liking tea and books. Girls get mocked for liking comics books and video games. Girls get mocked for liking math and science. Girls get mocked for liking boys. Girls get mocked for liking girls. Girls get mocked for liking both. What the fuck are we supposed to like? Water? Air? Come on, tell me. I’m dying to know. 

thatwetshirt:

Now, father, you’re living in the past. This is the 14th century!

That would be irresponsible. 

Which is  u n f o r g i v a b l e

Fashion Reportage for Avenue photographed by Paul Huf, London 1966.

mercedesbenzodiazepine:

I hate when you’re like “fuck it’s so hot” and someone’s like “well why don’t you take your jacket off?” Like bitch no…this is my outfit

He must’ve known I’d run out on you”

No,” Harry corrected him. “He must’ve known you’d always want to come back.”

All I want to do is kiss you, for the thousand of unspoken apologies to fall out between said kisses, and for us to promise we’ll never quit acting on our love again. However, you’re there and I’m here so here’s a text post that I know you’d fucking hate, but is my only way to rid myself of the fragment of myself that still cares and eats away at me on a night like tonight.

minimalyzed:

replacing my heart with another liver so i can drink more and care less

she don’t speak, but she remembers

Not all those who wander are lost

johnnycade7: This blog. I think you might be my hero.

Wow, those are strong words! Thank you so much! 

Well, I don’t care. He gives large parties, and I like large parties -they’re so intimate. Small parties, there isn’t any privacy.