S-apiana
stem-cell:

rosalarian:

pourquoi-nutmeg:

nortonism:

The thing about this is that sculptures like these in art history were for the male gaze. Photoshop a phone to it and suddenly she’s seen as vain and conceited. That’s why I’m 100% for selfie culture because apparently men can gawk at women but when we realize how beautiful we are we’re suddenly full of ourselves…

YES.

Girls don’t let anyone tell you loving yourself is vanity.

“You painted a naked woman because you enjoyed looking at her, put a mirror in her hand and you called the painting “Vanity,” thus morally condemning the woman whose nakedness you had depicted for you own pleasure.” ― John Berger, Ways of Seeing

sosa-parks:

Everyday I’m like “today imma get my shit together” and by the end of the day I’m like “tomorrow is the day for real”

feinseld:

tastefullyoffensive:

Family Photos [via]Previously: Before and After Photos of Animals Growing Up


MY HEART
rustic-romantic:

Source
❝ I cant wait until I can roll over at 2 a.m. to find your lips instead of a text ❞
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(via confusingmisery)

snarcissist

(via little-princess-taco-belle)

❝ At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare. ❞
- Caitlin Moran  (via wethinkwedream)

This so much…. These words. Wow

(via dirtyflowerchild)
bringithmebooks:

Me running away from reality.
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Omg look at little me

So today my baby brother is turning 3! I was skyping him for his birthday and my mom was getting ready to hang up and she said “it’s almost time to go to the z-o-o.” And my brother said “no, it’s not time for the g-d-o-o-o.”

abbygubler:

repeat after me:

there are white people suffering in the world

but the white people who are suffering are not suffering because they are white

fogo-av:

mentalalchemy:

nezua:

fnhfal:

Ferguson -2014

I blinked one day and when I opened my eyes, it was normal to have an American army battling Americans on American streets. No one even calls it a war. But it is.

Don’t forget this crazy shit actually happened.

Don’t forget this shit is STILL happening
reverseracism:

For every “do you hate white people?” I see in inboxes.