I spent my two-hour layover mourning the two halves of my Ovation. Help me save others from the same fate!
SIGNAL BOOST. I honestly didn’t know this.
If a dead ancestor doesn’t appear in the sky to stop me, it can’t be that bad of a decision
if ur hair covers ur boobs u have mermaid hair and u are a mermaid i dont make the rules
As a man with a hairy chest, I was very, very confused by this post for about ten seconds.
You are a mermaid, sir
I AM A MERMAID!
He’s just mad because he can’t acquire all the apple juice that I’m acquiring. (x)
I love this post so much.
my hand slipped
with their new hit song, “Randomly Searching 4 U”
I am re-reblogging just because that was so good.
So, maybe we’re the
generation of the selfie,
but we’re also the generation
that grew up in a tainted,
with every impossible beauty standard
shoved down our throat
through a tube
because eating has become
a guilty pleasure
and condemning beauty ideals
won’t go straight to our thighs.
And if, by chance,
we are able to destroy the
demons that you’ve planted
inside of us with your
constant advertisements and rules
that play behind our eyelids and
take root in our brains,
then let us take our fucking pictures
and capture that moment when
we felt beautiful because all this world
has taught us is that
our beauty is the greatest
measure of our worth.
Scoff at our phones all you like,
these delicate extensions of
our fingers, but know that
through this technology
that you couldn’t even
begin to understand,
we have smudged the entire
world with our fingerprints.
We are the generation of knowledge,
and we are learning more than
any that came before us.
So, frown at my typing fingers;
I am using them to grasp power
by the throat.
Try to invalidate us,
but we’ve heard our
parents talking about
the world’s crashing and burning
since we had sprung from the womb.
We know you’ve fucked up,
and we’re angry about it-
the kind of anger that
that I feel in my veins every time
I read the news from my phone
that sticks in my throat like honey
in a debate;
the kind of anger that simmers,
that sharpens teeth into daggers,
that makes this generation more dangerous
than you could have ever imagined.
We are the generation of change,
and goddammit, we’re coming.
|—||Emily Palermo, An Open Letter to the Men Who Told Me to Stay Out of Adult Conversations (via starredsoul)|
every time u say a bad thing about grantaire, somewhere in the world joly and bossuet plan your demise
This Vine gives me life.
I fucking played this video in the living room in complete silence when my mom and step dad were in the room and they both go “What the hell are you watching”. Thanks tumblr
i want this as my phone riingtone thanks.
long story short: my sister taped photos of jensen ackles to the inside of my bearded dragon’s tank to surprise me for valentine’s day
but then i woke up this morning and
me too, little buddy