mothurs:

good things come to hoes who wait 

sugaringstripper:

“Now girls are often raised to see love only as giving. Women are praised for their love when that love is an act of giving. But to love is to give AND to take. Please love by giving, and by taking. Give and be given. If you are only giving and not taking, you’ll know. You’ll know from that small and true voice inside you that we females are so often socialized to silence. Don’t silence that voice. Dare to take.”

— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, commencement speech at Wellesley College  (via alouchee)

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intimatesea:

“I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not talk about themselves anymore.”

— Virginia Woolf, The Pargiters
(via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

Okay you know what after thinking about it for a while like who the FUCK am I kidding. I live for people with ideals like that like who the fuck do I think I am TBH I am a weak ass bitch I love my Byronic heroes okay I’m sorry you know what I’m not sorry

baterfly:
“Swallow’s Nest Castle, Ukraine by Grigory Gusev
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baterfly:

Swallow’s Nest Castle, Ukraine by Grigory Gusev

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atuneforyourbirthday:

Adult Diversion - Alvvays

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Adult Diversion

Alvvays

atuneforyourbirthday:

Adult Diversion - Alvvays

groteques:

don’t 👏 smile 👏 at 👏 me 👏 as 👏 you 👏 come 👏 out 👏 of 👏 the 👏 bathroom 👏 stall 👏

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spixa:

why won’t people understand that i don’t need to constantly do stuff to have fun like i can just lay in bed and stare @ the ceiling for 3 hours and have the time of my life

homogamer:

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lesbiancarlyrae:

I feel like there’s a whole genre of poems about womanhood that are just like “my hair was a snake and I was living in a house that was on fire” but like. they’re literally right

absurdism is realism for the marginal