February242013
palestique:

teenagah:

‘The collapse of a shark tank at The Scientific Center in Kuwait.’
i’ve reblogged this so many times

same. i love the fact that it’s real too

palestique:

teenagah:

‘The collapse of a shark tank at The Scientific Center in Kuwait.’

i’ve reblogged this so many times

same. i love the fact that it’s real too

(via surivima)

February202013
skyscraperdaydreams:

When I feel down, I write lists of all the things that make me happy and I stop when I finally smile again. Writing lists makes me happy.

skyscraperdaydreams:

When I feel down, I write lists of all the things that make me happy and I stop when I finally smile again. Writing lists makes me happy.

(via salad-eyes)

10AM
10AM
“When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys call asking your cup size, say A, hang up. When he says you give him blue balls, say you’re welcome. When a girl with thick black curls who smells like bubble gum stops you in a stairwell to ask if you’re a boy, explain that you keep your hair short so she won’t have anything to grab when you head-butt her. Then head-butt her. When a guidance counselor teases you for handed-down jeans, do not turn red. When you have sex for the second time and there is no condom, do not convince yourself that screwing between layers of underwear will soak up the semen. When your geometry teacher posts a banner reading: “Learn math or go home and learn how to be a Momma,” do not take your first feminist stand by leaving the classroom. When the boy you have a crush on is sent to detention, go home. When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boy with the blue mohawk swallows your heart and opens his wrists, hide the knives, bleach the bathtub, pour out the vodka. Every time. When the skinhead girls jump you in the bathroom stall, swing, curse, kick, do not turn red. When a boy you think you love delivers the first black eye, use a screw driver, a beer bottle, your two good hands. When your father locks the door, break the window. When a college professor writes you poetry and whispers about your tight little ass, do not take it as a compliment, do not wait, call the Dean, call his wife. When a boy with good manners and a thirst for Budweiser proposes, say no. When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys tell you how good you smell, do not doubt them, do not turn red. When your brother tells you he is gay, pretend you already know. When the girl on the subway curses you because your tee shirt reads: “I fucked your boyfriend,” assure her that it is not true. When your dog pees the rug, kiss her, apologize for being late. When he refuses to stay the night because you lived in Jersey City, do not move. When he refuses to stay the night because you live in Harlem, do not move. When he refuses to stay the night because your air conditioner is broken, leave him. When he refuses to keep a toothbrush at your apartment, leave him. When you find the toothbrush you keep at his apartment hidden in the closet, leave him. Do not regret this. Do not turn red. When your mother hits you, do not strike back.” “Unsolicited Advice to Adolescent Girls With Crooked Teeth and Pink Hair,” Jeanann Verlee (via sleepychick)

(via lsdandsympathy)

February82013
January312013

everafterlark:

Music Box Version. Really ancient and beautiful

(Source: echoofwind)

(116,604 plays)

Download

December92012
lanadelkreay:

-annoying:

containcocaine:

she-wantedthew0rld:

malgasm:

this is perfect

this is one of the most beautiful things i have ever read

this made me cry…

im still crying



I love this

lanadelkreay:

-annoying:

containcocaine:

she-wantedthew0rld:

malgasm:

this is perfect

this is one of the most beautiful things i have ever read

this made me cry…

im still crying

I love this

(via yourestillstupid)

December42012
12PM
fuckyeahchronicanxietycat:

And then they ask, “How are you going to live out on your own if you can’t even go shopping by yourself?”To which the answer is obviously, “I WILL FUCKING STARVE.”

fuckyeahchronicanxietycat:

And then they ask, “How are you going to live out on your own if you can’t even go shopping by yourself?”
To which the answer is obviously, “I WILL FUCKING STARVE.”

12PM

last month I gave all my sharp objects to a friend for safe keeping. I got them back night for some reason. (I asked for them back but if this friend had any idea of my mental state right now he wouldn’t have given them to me.) anyway everything I gave him smells like pot. like everything and the smell is really strong and stuck to everything. (you can smell it through my strongest perfume.) so now my room smells like pot even though I have never smoked in my room or on campus. I now have everything in my window sill trying to get rid of the smell. fun times.

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