exuberant-infatuation:

ifpaintingscouldtext:

Robert Reid | Fleur de Lis | c.1895-1900 

obsessiveselfexpression
:D
eeeeeeeeeerenjaegar:

kittymcsquirts:

and I will reblog it until it is the social norm

#but look what happened to kaneki ken
nefer-nefer-nefer:

pale | Tumblr en We Heart It.
thecutestofthecute:

toweringstark:

justamus:

cute-overload:

My Uncle forgot to roll up the window to his truck, and we found this little guy inside.

He hates you.
He hates everything.
But especially you.

that owl is almost entirely head. Head and hatred.

HEAD AND HATRED
zebablah:

paulichu:

hecallsmepineappleprincess:

offside-goal:

icedoutdiamonds:

This is amazing!

I will never get over the fact that Rajah was replaced with Simba it’s so cute

I love them all

These are all adorable, but I think Megara made me squeal. Then so did just about everything after her.

i’m not even mad
zebablah:

paulichu:

hecallsmepineappleprincess:

offside-goal:

icedoutdiamonds:

This is amazing!

I will never get over the fact that Rajah was replaced with Simba it’s so cute

I love them all

These are all adorable, but I think Megara made me squeal. Then so did just about everything after her.

i’m not even mad
zebablah:

paulichu:

hecallsmepineappleprincess:

offside-goal:

icedoutdiamonds:

This is amazing!

I will never get over the fact that Rajah was replaced with Simba it’s so cute

I love them all

These are all adorable, but I think Megara made me squeal. Then so did just about everything after her.

i’m not even mad
zebablah:

paulichu:

hecallsmepineappleprincess:

offside-goal:

icedoutdiamonds:

This is amazing!

I will never get over the fact that Rajah was replaced with Simba it’s so cute

I love them all

These are all adorable, but I think Megara made me squeal. Then so did just about everything after her.

i’m not even mad
zebablah:

paulichu:

hecallsmepineappleprincess:

offside-goal:

icedoutdiamonds:

This is amazing!

I will never get over the fact that Rajah was replaced with Simba it’s so cute

I love them all

These are all adorable, but I think Megara made me squeal. Then so did just about everything after her.

i’m not even mad
zebablah:

paulichu:

hecallsmepineappleprincess:

offside-goal:

icedoutdiamonds:

This is amazing!

I will never get over the fact that Rajah was replaced with Simba it’s so cute

I love them all

These are all adorable, but I think Megara made me squeal. Then so did just about everything after her.

i’m not even mad
zebablah:

paulichu:

hecallsmepineappleprincess:

offside-goal:

icedoutdiamonds:

This is amazing!

I will never get over the fact that Rajah was replaced with Simba it’s so cute

I love them all

These are all adorable, but I think Megara made me squeal. Then so did just about everything after her.

i’m not even mad
zebablah:

paulichu:

hecallsmepineappleprincess:

offside-goal:

icedoutdiamonds:

This is amazing!

I will never get over the fact that Rajah was replaced with Simba it’s so cute

I love them all

These are all adorable, but I think Megara made me squeal. Then so did just about everything after her.

i’m not even mad
zebablah:

paulichu:

hecallsmepineappleprincess:

offside-goal:

icedoutdiamonds:

This is amazing!

I will never get over the fact that Rajah was replaced with Simba it’s so cute

I love them all

These are all adorable, but I think Megara made me squeal. Then so did just about everything after her.

i’m not even mad
zebablah:

paulichu:

hecallsmepineappleprincess:

offside-goal:

icedoutdiamonds:

This is amazing!

I will never get over the fact that Rajah was replaced with Simba it’s so cute

I love them all

These are all adorable, but I think Megara made me squeal. Then so did just about everything after her.

i’m not even mad
quietly despairing over my term paper 🙈
* by bluecut on Flickr.
Pale Fire III by Neil Krug on Flickr.

"There’s a monster at the end of this book. It’s the blank page where the story ends and you’re left alone with yourself and your thoughts"

— @NightValeRadio (via asteropes)

(via chasingshhadows)

"

It’s Monday. I’m going home at 6pm and a middle aged man and a teenage boy are the only people left on the bus with me. I consider the fact that because the driver is also a man I am the only person left on the bus with the correct genetic makeup for boobs. I’m automatically scared, scared because of my own anatomy. I wonder how old I was when I realized that my own body was going to be the cause of the constant anxiety and fear I feel in situations like this. I get off at the last stop and the older man smiles at me while following me up the street. His smile drips, drips, drips and my heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. He turns off down another road, but I run the rest of the way home.

Not all men.

I’m at home on a Tuesday, beginning to plan the travels I want to go on next year. I dream of wandering the streets and meeting strangers. I just can’t wait to escape the city I’ve lived in for 17 long years. But… my mum is hesitant. She’s forever worried about the danger that being a young girl traveling alone can bring. I’ll be alone and she’s scared. Surely I’m invincible. I feel invincible. But I know, I know this danger is real and I can’t help but think to myself, if I feel unsafe in my own city, how am i going to feel in a strange place with strange men who don’t speak the same language as me? If I was my brother planning this, I would probably just be wondering if European girls are going to be hot.

Not all men.

Wednesday is a beautiful sunny day but I’ve always been told that I don’t have a “nice enough body” to wear a bikini on the beach. Ever since I was 6 years old I’ve thought that having tummy fat was ugly. That skin that doesn’t have a perfectly golden glow is undesirable. I amble to a clear patch of sand in my one piece and I can feel pairs of eyes latching onto me. Hairy men in speedos who I don’t look twice at eat into my body with their stares. I’m a piece of meat. I am a piece of meat? I am here for their amusement. Please don’t let me be eaten alive.

Not all men.

Thursday night two friends and I are walking to our god damn school dance when we hear “Jesus look at you! You sluts heading to a pole?” These words snarl out of the mouth of a respectably dressed man and we stop in horror. Shivers roll up my back in fear. It’s dark. We are alone. What. Do. We. Do??? One of us pulls the finger back. I can never be sure how quickly a sexist man can get angry so we walk quickly away. We’re angry, so so angry. But also so… deflated. I wonder if we deserve this shame.

Not all men.

Sitting on the internet, Friday night and scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed:

“Haha, good job at the game today bro. You RAPED them!”
“Damn with tits like that, you’re asking for it :P”

Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…

I’m shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and I want to CRY because these boys don’t realize how small they make me feel with just pressing a few keys. I see these boys on the streets, I talk to these boys, I laugh with these boys. Dear GOD, dear GOD i hope these boys don’t think actions speak louder than words…

Not all men.

Three rules that have been drilled into me since I was young run through my mind at 1.30am on a Satur… Sunday Morning:

-Don’t ever talk to strange men
-Don’t ever be alone at night in a strange place
-Don’t ever get into a car with a stranger

I break all 3 of these laws as I pull open the taxi door. Making light conversation with the driver, he doesn’t see my sweaty hand clutching the small pocket knife I keep hidden on me at all times. He doesn’t even realize the fear I feel at his mere presence. He cannot comprehend it, he never will. How easy would this 15 minute car ride be if I was born a boy?

Not all men.

It comes to Sunday, another snoozy, sleepy, Sunday and someone has the AUDACITY to tell me not all men are rapists. I say nothing.

I’m a 17 year old girl.
When I am walking alone and it’s dark, it’s all men.
When I am in a car with a man I don’t know well, it’s all men.
When men drunkenly leer at me on the streets, it’s all men.
When a boy won’t leave me alone at a party, it’s all men.

Not all men are rapists. But for a young girl like me? Every one of them has the potential to be.

Not.
All.
Men.

"

a piece i wrote for an english assignment about my personal experiences with rape culture, in particular with the saying “not all men” which i know has been makin a lot of controversy on the internet recently! idk just wanted to share (via trueho)

I am almost in tears because this hit me so hard

(via sadbloggger)

(via chasingshhadows)

grxviity:


Eyes are distracting. You see too much. You don’t see enough.

stared at these for half an hour straight 
grxviity:


Eyes are distracting. You see too much. You don’t see enough.

stared at these for half an hour straight 
awwww-cute:

Our Husky Stark seemed a little overheated after his walk this morning, so we decided to tried something out. We regret it now because it is next to impossible to get him to come out