Do you ever do something you know isn’t good for you but you can’t help yourself?
I just spent almost an hour stalking the Instagram account of someone even though it would only make me feel jealous and angry and sad.
Why do we do these things to ourselves?
Who taught me to suck in my stomach,
or my cheeks?
Who told me to stand with my legs apart
and my hips thrust back
to create the illusion of a gap
between my thighs?
Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me
is my negative space?
i used to be passive aggressive, but now i’m aggressively passive. don’t mess with me kiddo. i’ll be right here. i’ll fucking forgive you
i hate when men complain about women’s body hair, even like the fine hair on their backs. go fuck a shark if you wanna have sex with something hairless
wouldn’t that make the shark a
This post got weird
"If it were up to me I’d marry you right now. I’d start my life with you. We’d go out and buy that piece of land you want, build a cute little house. Have sex, cuddle by the fireplace and eat breakfast together the next morning. Go to work, and rush to get home just so we could see each other. Eventually have babies, and fight over who’s parents we’re naming them after. Buy our first dog. Celebrate our 10 year anniversary. Get in those bad fights, but make up after a day or so. Continue to surprise each other, watch the sunset from our front porch every now and then. Watch our babies graduate and start their lives. Retire. Meet our grandbabies. Hold each other every night and never forget the love that started this all.
If it were up to me, I’d start that adventure with you right now."
— Mmhmm (via 4x4girl)
(Source: keep-it-too-yourself, via womaninthewoods)
"Never cry for the same reason twice."
— Stephen Richards (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
(Source: quotes-shape-us, via womaninthewoods)