alienbugbabe:

st0rmings:

lushmilk:

“oh yeah let’s go out today oh oops first i have to walk through this water with seastars ok” 

i’d just lie there in the water 

I’d love this actually
brxkenpetal:

☁MASTURBATION TIPS☁
Two February’s ago, all I wanted to do was sleep. I was anchored to my bed with the sadness I was letting myself drown in. Now, I daydream about surviving on 3 hours of sleep, I dread going to bed, I keep my eyes open as long as I can. My heart sinks when the sun sets, I crave daylight; I’ve fallen in love with being alive.

-Madisen Kuhn, January 18, 2014 journal entry (via caffheine)

(Source: praises, via clitterly)

I love you
just as a flower
loves the sun.

You love me
just as an illness
loves medication.

But I still crave sunshine
and you are no longer sick.


-R.S (via wanderrs)

(via clitterly)

ivvvoo:

dream room by yoduggy
At what point do you take girls out of school altogether because boys can’t handle it?

-

Parent of a female teen whose school banned leggings

#yesallwomen have a right to an education without fashion policing by sexist administrators

(via thenocturnals)

(Source: meetingsinthedesert, via clitterly)

moneyrunner:

Take your boots off before coming in the trailer
whatever comes, let it come. what stays, let it stay. what goes, let it go.

-(via phuckindope)

(Source: psych-facts, via daisy-mae21)

I am not depressed. It is not insanely hard to leave my bed. It is not hard to do my daily tasks. And I do not lack feeling in the things I do. I would not stoop so low as to rope myself in with people who have real problems and a serious mental disorder. But lately I’ve noticed, that I seem emotionless compared to the people around me. I don’t get happy, or angry, the way the people around me do. But when I’m alone at lunch, because my “friends” told me they didn’t want to eat with me, or the teacher says, “Oh you’re working alone again?” I get the overwhelming urge to cry. And when I’m alone at night, I have this weight on my chest, and I realize that maybe the problem is me. And then I ask the million dollar question. What’s wrong with me?

-Late Night Poem (via sew-her-up-and-fake-a-smile)

(via flaw-lesssss)

Look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Be curious.

-Stephen Hawking (via tealdaisy)

(Source: thatquote, via thebright--lights)