indieannajones:

Seriously, what the police are doing is not “bad”, it’s illegal.

There is a reason why people are raging mad at this situation, and it’s because it’s a blatant violation of basic human rights.

If you don’t understand that, then you are part of the problem.

(via blurredperspective)

mousesmiter:

ethiopienne:

on today’s episode of me having feelings, a series of tweets about “anti-rape nail polish.”

HOLY FUCK. You are the rightest right that ever righted.
herochan:

Sketch Sunday: Groot
Created by Dan Gould
flowersgardenlove:

Bees are responsible Beautiful gorgeous pretty flowers

I think that pretty much every form of fiction (I’d include fantasy, obviously) can actually be a real escape from places where you feel bad, and from bad places. It can be a safe place you go, like going on holiday, and it can be somewhere that, while you’ve escaped, actually teaches you things you need to know when you go back, that gives you knowledge and armour and tools to change the bad place you were in.

So no, they’re not escapist. They’re escape.

— Neil Gaiman (via observando)

I've become harder to love

dynastylnoire:

I’ve made men cry

by screaming common sense across my apartment

that you just don’t get to keep farting in my space

because it’s funny

and I stopped calling boring men

after 6 dates because money cannot buy love

or my tolerance of eggshell like egos

i fear I have become…

folklifestyle:

…. The comment “I’m dying”….this is such an odd statement to put on a photo. If you’re dying please call 911. Don’t comment on Instagram…but if you must please give a detailed description of your location so someone can come help. Hopefully quickly. 

Photo by @blakepack. #livenaked
❝ when the boys pull your hair and push you to the ground
during recess
I promise not to tell you that it’s because they like you.
when the teachers call home to tell me that
you pushed them to the ground after you
I’ll take you out of school early and buy
you your favorite ice cream.
when you get older and the boys
try to touch you when you don’t want to be touched
I’ll look at you like the sun when you come home
with anger in your fists.
they all tell you not to fight fire with fire
but that is only because they are afraid of your flames.
when the boys yell after you like hyenas
you yell back, baby.
I will not teach you to be afraid of your anger
so that you look for it in others.
I will not make you be the better person
because you already are.
you wanna fight ‘em? fight ‘em.
don’t you dare apologize for the fierce love
you have for yourself
and the lengths you go to preserve it.
when the boys try to tell you to soften up
I hope you make them bleed with your edges.
I hope you remember that you are not theirs
that their disappointment in you is not yours.
when the boys come to your door with pretty words and
angry eyes
I hope you show them the anger in yours.
I hope you show them just how strong your mommy
thinks you are.
I hope you show them the animal they can’t always
see in their own reflection.
when the boys come with the intention of hurting you
my advice will always stay the same, my darling:
give ‘em hell.
— when the boys come | Caitlyn S. (via alonesomes)

(via vteck)

❝ A woman is only vulnerable when her nail polish is drying, and even then she can still pull a trigger.
— some great quote I heard somewhere once upon a time and that is very, very true (via traffic-jam-session)

(via cupcake-kills)

eartheld:

rainingoverus:

king—wzrd:

/ ॐ~ / welcome to wanderlust \ ~ॐ \

natureblog

mostly nature
❝ The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation.
— Monica Drake - Clown Girl (via soulsscrawl)

(Source: sweetcheeksaremadeofthese, via superfluex)