To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.

Ernest Hemingway    (via ryotas)

(Source: elliptical)

h4ilstorm:

Longyearbyen view, Svalbard (by Michele Bussoni2010)

If you think pubic hair on a woman is unnatural or weird, you aren’t mature enough to be touching vaginas.

Stoya (via wolf-cub)

(Source: 0-let-me-in-0)

birdvessel:

that F*CKING SHIRT!!! queen Rih

When people frequently use ” :p ” in conversations with me in text or online

What

why do you use that

What emotion are you even trying to convey

It means nothing to me

I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.

II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own dinners,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.

III.
The thing is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.

All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via v-anderlylecrybabygeek)

(Source: clementinevonradics)

trugazi:

alittlelateforalot:

please Abraham, i’m not that man

tattoo ideas

the football field rises
to meet the mesa. Indian boys
gallop across the grass, against

the beginning of their body.
On those Saturday afternoons,
unbroken horses gather to watch

their sons growing larger
in the small parts of the world.
Everyone is the quarterback.

There is no thin man in a big hat
writing down all the names
in two columns: winners and losers.

This is the eternal football game,
Indians versus Indians. All the Skins
in the wooden bleachers fancydancing,

stomping red dust straight down
into nothing. Before the game is over,
the eighth-grade girls’ track team

comes running, circling the field,
their thin and brown legs echoing
wild horses, wild horses, wild horses.

Sherman Alexie, “At Navajo Monument Valley Tribal School”  (via girldumpling)

sadpizza:

Perfect Disguise by Modest Mouse

ceedling:

I’m dying tho