every single person you know has something in their life and past that is probably worth collapsing to the ground in an uncontrollably sobbing heap over, so be nice to each other and tell good jokes

(Source: ponchopeligroso, via haussofkm)

Things that would be nice at 4 am

cartouche-dreams:

Long make out session
Back rubs
Cuddles
Deep talks
Forehead kisses
Hearing each other breathe
Holding hands
Laughs and corny jokes

(via thedirtydiana)

myskinnylife:

Tumblr has taught me more about feminism, womens rights, rape culture, slut shaming, mental illness etc, more than school ever had. So don’t you dare tell me this website is a complete and utter waste of time

(via thedirtydiana)

to you
i seem lost 
because
you cannot see
the path I am on;
the map of my life
is written in my palms,
it lights up only 
for my eyes.

(Source: sleepy-darling, via sa-m0an)

v3inity:

phattygirls:

Twerking is not a new thing. These clips are from 1938!

GO OFFFFF

(via indigenousgay)

This is why im so nasty, 90’s rnb was no joke

bernadineee:

gotta better myself, my body, my skin and my bank account

(via theinbetweenerlesbian)

(Source: foxandflourish, via 2am-poetry)

Sunday

melanaholic:

Josephine Baker, Dorothey Dandrige, Lena Horne

Know who they are, for they made the path for you to walk on.

(Source: melaniaholic, via black-culture)

tropicalfruitbabe:

*doesn’t check bank account*
*pretends everything is fine*

(via theinbetweenerlesbian)

branbebo:

Nobody fuckin wit her schmoney dance

branbebo:

Nobody fuckin wit her schmoney dance

(Source: 90shiphopraprnb, via timeforlightss)

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises …

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

Jorge Luis Borges, from “You Learn”  (via seulray)

(Source: oofpoetry, via paintherlex)