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"We assume others show love the same way we do — and if they don’t, we worry it’s not there."

- Anonymous (via psych-facts)

(via so-super-fucking-skinny)

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idanceitarotiart:

thisisnotlatino:

I’m constantly disgusted with Fox News

-Johnny

THIS IS WHAT I KEEP TELLING PEOPLE! All these networks say the same goddamn thing THEY JUST CHANGE THE WORDING TO FIT DIFFERENT AUDIENCES!

Shame on Fox news

(via justlemmefloat)

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themerrymisnomer:

chantelbrenna:

squidsqueen:

What makes me so happy about this is that she isn’t telling you you must love your body or that you are obligated to. She saying you have permission to. And that’s important, because there are a lot of reasons why people have trouble with self-love.  But the idea that you aren’t supposed to love your body, that you aren’t allowed to for whatever reason, needs to be crushed. If you can’t love you body right now, if your body causes you pain or disphoria or distress, you aren’t required to love it. But you are ALLOWED to. You are entitled to the chance to make peace with your body, if you ever reach a point where you are ready to. No one else should be trying to stop you.

Sometimes I see or read things, and I didn’t realize that I needed them until they are two GIFs of Nicki Minaj and some amazing commentary that come across my dash and I instantly burst in to tears and feel a weight lifted off my chest.

good good commentary..

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girl-in-nike:

poppyandpine:

Decided to get back into running. Decided to run tonight. Shoot for 3 miles, 4 if I’m feeling good.

At mile .5 I saw some friends driving and basically blamed them for giving me motivation.
At mile 1.2 it started pouring rain. Might as well keep going, I won’t make it home dry. 
At mile 1.5 my phone couldn’t pick up signal so I shoved it in my shorts. Super comfortable. I finally figured out a use for the weird mesh butt support.
At mile 3.7, with my b-plan mileage tracker, my phone died. It was just me, a thunderstorm, and the pavement. And about a thousand frogs.
At mile 5ish, I met a very nice redneck who offered me a poncho. Funny guy. 
At mile 6ish I made a turtle friend. Or I forced my friendship on him, whatever.
At mile 6.5ish the frogs turned on me, and one ker-slapped my leg. 
At mile 7.4ish, I made it home. Completely blown away and what I had just accomplished.

I didn’t miss running. Running missed the f*ck out of me.

I had a lot of fun reading this.

I MISS RUNNING!

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agoldthatactuallystays:

you’d be surprised at what some of us are insecure about.

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