Posted 18 minutes ago
Posted 18 minutes ago

iwillincendiotheheartoutofyou:

katswhiskers:

iwillincendiotheheartoutofyou:

It confuses me when parents tell their daughters that their male friends can’t come to sleepovers like do they think they’re going to have sex with them IN FRONT OF ALL THEIR OTHER FRIENDS?

ORGY, IT’S CALLED AN ORGY

Ah yes, I participated in many orgies when I was 12.

Posted 35 minutes ago

what do u mean this gift is not for me?

my heart is broken

oh, my heart

i dont even like cats and im gonna cry

(Source: briennneoftarth)

Posted 41 minutes ago
Posted 3 hours ago

I graduate this Friday. I really did it. 

Posted 4 hours ago
i wake
to you everywhere.
yet,
you are not here.
reach, nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)
Posted 4 hours ago

It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.

But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.

And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.

Posted 4 hours ago
He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.
Richard Siken, from “Anyway”    (via pale-afternoon)

(Source: seabois)

Posted 4 hours ago
Posted 4 hours ago