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Posted 1 year ago on Dec 11th with 68,009 notes
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lafemmenuit:

I’m tired of girls trying to invalidate their own feelings during times of pain, especially to their friends. Your break up meant something. That friendship you lost was a hard blow. I understand why you feel tired this semester. Sometimes this “modern woman” stereotype is patriarchy’s last attempt; patriarchy disguised as feminism. You don’t have to be “wise beyond your years”; your pain and crying does not mean you are not intelligent. If you feel your friends demand justification for your pain and ordeals, they’re not friends. You’re strong but human. Remind yourself emotional space is part of liberation.

Posted 1 year ago on Dec 11th with 220,287 notes
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wholeheartedsuggestions:

you still have so many years to meet so many people you never knew you could love so much

Posted 1 year ago on Dec 11th with 218,470 notes
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marsincharge:

Me: dont fuckin boss me around!!!!!

Someone I Find Attractive: *tells me what to do in a semi-stern voice*

Me:

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Posted 1 year ago on Oct 14th with 147,218 notes
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fentymylove:

Rihanna X Manolo Blahnik

Posted 2 years ago on Jun 21st with 19,580 notes
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worldaccordingto:

petition to ban “slideshow” as an article format on the internet

Posted 2 years ago on Jun 21st with 262,508 notes
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zodiacale:

full offense but if you don’t have intentions of loving someone back who loves you then don’t fuck around with them on a mental or physical or emotional level

Posted 2 years ago on Jun 21st with 112,572 notes
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I gave up on you because you didn’t do enough to make me stay - I gave up on you because you just weren’t worth fighting for anymore.
- c.f. // “i hate this part” (via flannelsandthecoffeebar)
Posted 2 years ago on Jun 17th with 670 notes
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You couldn’t look at me.

I was right there, and you couldn’t look at me.

Maybe it killed you to see that I could smile without you, that I could laugh with someone who wasn’t you. Maybe you finally realized that I could breathe and live, and that I didn’t need you after all.

Because at some point I got tired of chasing, chasing someone who was never going to come around. I was a fool, going back and forth playing your stupid, little game. The difference between you and I though, I tried to get through to your heart - I cared, I loved, and you didn’t. You could’ve let me in, you should’ve let me in, you needed to let me in.

But you made a decision, and your decision wasn’t me.

- c.f. // “game over” (via flannelsandthecoffeebar)
Posted 2 years ago on Jun 17th with 3,729 notes
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…but don’t give your heart to someone who requires you to lose your mind.
- m.k / eighteen years (via uglygirlsyndrome)
Posted 2 years ago on Jun 17th with 145 notes
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she buried her face in books
so no one could see
the emptiness in her eyes

she filled her mind
with the fictional fantasies
and hoped one day 
they would be real

but because her head
was always stuck in a book
she never got the chance
to have adventure of her own

- cover to cover by Madisen Kuhn in her book Eighteen Years (via milkman-molly)
Posted 2 years ago on Jun 17th with 806 notes
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