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Submit.

i am happiest in the sunshine with salty hair, i like when my skin is sunkissed and my feet are bare. grilled cheeses never get old, and i would love if you just grabbed my hand and danced with me a while. i am amazed at the work of his hands, i am incredibly blessed because God is so faithful. this is an untraditional, unconditional love story y'all.

Slainte, Lucy
Perhaps I held you too tightly.
You may be a delicate flower but, hey, so is Belladonna and it can still kill people.
My boss, in what is probably the most inspiring thing I’ve ever heard. (via heloisedevillefort)

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1 month ago
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There is not one person in this world that is not cripplingly sad about something. You remember that before you open your mouth.
Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.
someone's

brightlightsloudnoises:

those sunday nights
are gone
and someone else
is living in that
room now,
someone
who has probably
put up
a discount
painting
of a sailboat
where they patched
up the hole i put in the wall

those sundays are
gone,
and my parking spot
will be used by someone
else
and the…

3 months ago
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Your body was meant to sit in the passenger seat of my car and your hand was meant to hold mine while I drive.

What To Do When Your Boyfriend’s Asshole Best Friend Says, “Hey, Never Trust Anything That Bleeds For Seven Days And Doesn’t Die,
Right?”
OR The Only Poem I’ll Ever Write About Periods.

Don’t excuse him because he’s had
at least three lite beers
and is sweating through his black button down
that his mom or exgirlfriend
probably bought him.
Don’t excuse him because he’s been turned down
by the last six girls he went on dates with
after meeting them on tindr
with a picture that’s seven years old
Don’t excuse him because
he’s usually such a nice guy
because you don’t want to be a bitch
because you don’t want to cause a scene
because when you were seventeen
your sister told you
no one likes an angry feminist

Tell him,
Hey, Asshole:
Let me explain something to you.
Every goddamn motherfucking month since I was eleven,
a part of me
tore itself to shreds
ripped itself apart inside me
and then remade itself.

So yes, I bleed for seven days
and I don’t die
You know what else can do that?
Gods.
Immortal beings.
Things of legend.
Fuck, I can even
create life.

So I say, never trust anything that can’t
bleed for seven days and not die.
You know what that makes it?
Weak
Fallible
Mortal.
So let’s see, hon,
What you’re made of.
If you can bleed for seven days
and not die.

Rip out his jugular with your teeth.
And when he bleeds for seven seconds
and dies,
spit on his corpse and say,
I thought not.

Katherine Tucker (via sirblack)

I feel like I could be friends with this woman

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1 month ago
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hannahvickers:

like honestly, sleeping next to someone is the nicest thing. like when you half wake up at 4am and squeeze them or they move in tighter to you. lovely.

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3 months ago
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lightbluenymphadora:

niall-ate-mynamee:

cinderellawaitinforherprince:

heyfunniest:

zeebsdarling:

anus:

renkris:

Gordon Ramsay doesn’t care about your gender, race, or creed. All he cares about is that you can cook.

The contestant, Christine, is blind, and he lets her know exactly what he thinks of her dish.

OMG I was preparing myself to be enraged by him making some horrible comment but now I’m crying in Starbucks GOD DAMMIT

Christ I am not okay with these fEELINGS

IM BAWLING

That’s so cute I wanna cry

Is there a Gordon Ramsay fan base on this site??? And where can i join???

Curled into a ball crying right now. OMG, I love Ramsay

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3 months ago
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