don’t text him. it always leads to disappointment. be better. work it out. and forget the last year of your life, because really? the next year is gonna be better, and I’m sure he’ll go nowhere.
Each morning I wake up slightly dumber than I was the day before. It’s happening to all of us. It’s an epidemic. Or a pandemic? I don’t remember the difference. You don’t either. SEE?! We’re dumb.
For years we’ve believed that we gain intelligence as we age… that’s just how it goes, right? Nope.
(Source: imolaf)
I’m having a fruit salad for dinner. Well, it’s mostly grapes. Okay, it’s all grapes. Fermented grapes. I’m having wine for dinner.
On the left we have the lyrics from Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines. On the right we rape survivors participating in Project Unbreakable, showing the various things that were said to them by their rapist.
From the Mouths of Rapist: The Lyrics to Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines
i think this is the most powerful photoset i’ve ever seen on tumblr.
Reblogging until you understand why this song is so vile
NOT THIS GIRL.
I’m not afraid to tell anyone about it. And I’m so over keeping it a secret. I’m falling harder and harder everyday. Should I be afraid? Abso-fucking-lutely. But… whatever.