"I heard about love my entire life,
it sounded like the most
beautiful thing ever.
But I thought it was
absolutely ludicrous
what people would do for love.
I never understood it
until I fell into it.
I really did not expect it to be
like this,
I did not expect love to
be this.
Spending nights awake crying
until I did not feel like crying anymore.
And hurting like,
hurting like something inside of me
had been broken.
And yearning for someone
like I have never yearned for
anything before.
If this is love,
this painful feeling that
distorts you and leaves you
not to die, but to feel like dying.
If this is what love is,
I believe that it is still worth it.
Because I have never been happier
than when I was in love,
and I have never fallen apart
this badly before.
And it was a pleasure, really.
It was a pleasure to have my
insides feel like
they have been ruptured,
and then see you and feel
like I had the entire universe
right in front of me."
- M.O.W, It was a pleasure to fall in love  (via imwritingpoems)

:)

"Maybe I don’t believe in soul mates
(in us, in me, in you)
because if there was anybody destined
to be with me
it was you
and how badly could destiny have screwed up
to place explosives
side by side
face to face
because we were a disaster
waiting to destroy the other
and I guess you won
because I’m in pieces
and you still don’t care
Now, instead of picking me up
you scour the floor for yet
another piece of me
to keep in your pocket"
-

you’re still the only part of me I can’t bring myself to hate

words-and-teardrops

(via words-and-teardrops)

Wow…

annamarie:

OK THAT’S PRETTY CUTE BECAUSE IT LOOKS LIKE PETUNIA IS READING MY BOOK 🐶📖

John Mulaney!

annamarie:

OK THAT’S PRETTY CUTE BECAUSE IT LOOKS LIKE PETUNIA IS READING MY BOOK 🐶📖

John Mulaney!

"

When I was about nine years old,
I wanted to be a boy.

In my mind, boys had everything.
Boys had it easy. Boys had it made.

I didn’t get along very well with
other girls because I would
rather be covered in mud than
in makeup. I would rather
skin knees than stab backs.
Boys ran their mouths and
ran the school while my
patience ran a little bit thin.
But that’s not what girls did.
Girls kept pretty and girls
kept quiet and girls kept
themselves together.

When I was about nine years old,
I realized the biggest difference
between boys and girls to me
was that boys never seemed
to think before they spoke
and I would watch girls
swallow their words like
they were pills made
for horses.

But to boys, there was more
than just that. There was
something in them that
told them girls were weak,
when all I could see was the
strength seeping out of their
pores as they bit the strongest
muscle in their body until it bled.
There was something in
them that told them
girls were worse, when
all I could see was every girl
in a race to better themselves
before the ideal image
of a perfect girl changed
once again.

Even at nine years old,
there was nothing better to me,
than girls.

But I wanted to be a boy, I think,
only because I wanted, just once,
to be picked first to play ball,
to show them I could run just as fast,
kick just as hard,
win just as fiercely.

I wanted to prove myself,
as a girl, that I could be everything
a boy was,
and then some.

When I was about nine years old,
as I hurriedly tried to tie up
my shoes to race others
to the field,
I heard the phrase:
“You can’t play for our team,
you’re a girl.”

I remember thinking,
“But why does that make a difference?”
Until I turned fifteen years old.

When I was about fifteen years old,
I realized that I did not want to
be a boy any more.
I wanted the freedom and
the power and the worth
every boy I grew up with
felt he had.

I wanted to be an equal.

When I was about fifteen years old,
and heard,
“You can’t play for our team”
as I laced up my heartstrings
like a pair of battered cleats,

I learned to say, with a huge smile,
and a nod, remembering
girls and their strength
and their beauty and their poise
and their ability to keep everything
in and everybody out and
hold together a family or bring
down an army,
“It’s okay. I play for the other team
anyway”.

"
-

GIRLS by K.P.K

(via towritepoems)

😥😊

"Be brave, follow dreams, say fuck you to everybody and fight for what you believe in."
- Jared Leto (via 7daystheory)
aeriereal:

Treat yo’ self. 
Shop all Aerie bralettes here.

I looove the look! It’s probably really soft too!

aeriereal:

Treat yo’ self. 

Shop all Aerie bralettes here.

I looove the look! It’s probably really soft too!

Uh oh, TV got stuck on bones

brains-and-bodies:

"Based on his zygomatic process the victims was Caucasian"

The “quality” of this shows science is overwhelming

*Palpating the charred remains of a skull is not sufficient to determine a victims ethnicity*

😫I thought they did their homework