dear friends, since god so loved us, we also ought to love one another

ajantas:

don’t buy your girl flowers. flowers die. buy her a potted cactus

irrreversibility:

boys cry
girls masturbate
boys can like pink and not be gay
girls can have short hair and not be a lesbian
boys can like ballet
girls can like video games
boys can be hot without a six pack
girls can be hot without a hairless body
boys can have hair down to their waists
girls can have stretch marks, curves and back fat

gender doesn’t determine what you can and cannot enjoy, what you can and cannot look like or what you can and cannot do

i have honestly never felt so incredibly happy and excited and so crippling sad that i want to lie on my floor and cry for the rest of my life, ever and i just dont know how to deal with these emotions?

idgies:

It begins with our legs. They brush together when you shift your body on the couch or I feel myself tilting the hammock. The tips of our toes graze one another’s when our knees bump. You scoot a little closer. Your calloused hands grow curious, your chapped lips lonely. Your fingertips comb my tangled hair and I can feel your heart pounding under that stained work shirt. Your eyes radiate. I feel flowers bloom when you touch me.

"I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.”
Helena Bonham Carter (via sickur)
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