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a restaurant in my hometown got a review that said the servers should “show some skin” so the owner added a potato skin special to the menu and all the proceeds from the special go to the west virginia foundation for rape information services (x)

That’s exactly the appropriate response.

(via theenglishmiss)


if you wont kiss your partner after you cum in their mouth you are truly weak and natural selection is coming for you 

(Source: lotuslopez, via givingblowjobs)

  • first day of school: 30 pencils, 64 crayons, 20 pens, 12 rulers, 10 notebooks.
  • end of school year: 1 pencil you found in the hallway.



“NO HOMO” i scream at my dog Homo as he shits on the carpet 

i made this up for notes i dont even have a dog 

(via givingblowjobs)


I thought you held
fire in your palms
because you walked through a door
and all i could think was
“oh god oh fuck
i’m already gone”

and sometimes i look at you and
there are somehow too many words
inside of me while at the same time
not a single one seems strong enough
so i end up just mumbling or staring or
kissing you,
and you always laugh in that way you have
that sounds like you’re spilling over with joy
and you ask me “where did that come from”
even though every good thing i have ever done
has come from you

and sometimes i get tangled in the bad stuff and
our palms disconnect and i usually end up
crying in your lap about something small that happened
and you end up having to babysit your little
walking time bomb
yet again
and i always end up feeling bad about making you
put up with that and we always end up
somewhere on the interstate where i beg you
“please find someone who can actually make you
feel good”
and you always end up saying something like
“please stop asking me to cut myself in two”

i’m sorry i’m so much trouble. i just
don’t think
i deserve you.

- “Me and my girlfriend just had a fight.” /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)



I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know, maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater was. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend, confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store. 

I think about this all the time

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truth or dare more like preform a strange sexual act or tell me who you like

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We went wrong the moment we were born. You got addicted to the taste of cigarette smoke, and you drank more glasses of whiskey than you could count in your fingers. But you don’t really smoke or drink. You just pretend that you’re doing all these bad things to validate your imperfections. Your parents tell you that you’re allowed to tell them your problems. And you just keep your mouth clamped with the key loose in between your teeth.

Because you can’t tell them. You can’t them anything that won’t involve crying or disappointment. You think of telling them that you failed your last math exam, but you don’t because you already know what they’re going to say. The words “unworthy” and “useless” will fly out of their lips and brand its letters on your forehead. You’re going to act like it’s a label you’ve set for yourself. You think they won’t even care.

And the moment you try telling them that your body is a branch hole of nerves and shaking limbs, they’re going to laugh at you until they’ve filled grief in your system. You think that they’re not going to believe you. That they’re going to throw your anxiety back in your face like a baseball bat. When you cry at night, you clutch your chest with your forlorn fingers, pretending that your mother is shushing you to sleep. Your bruised ankles and broken shins will be the cause of your death, because when you can no longer walk from the internal beating, there will be nothing for you left.

You’re trying so hard to be this perfect daughter, who has a ribcage made of fulfilled promises and a life she made for herself, not a broken bridge that’s been burning in a shell. And your parents tell you that disappointment is not an option, that no matter how cruel they may be, this is for your own good.

And you erase the pain you’ve been lifting up on your shoulders, the lightning kisses inside your chest. You whisper to yourself that no one should be perfect.

- "Can’t I be perfect?" || m.a.p. (via rhapxody)
"If you have time to think of a beautiful end, then why not live beautifully until the end?"
- Sakata Gintoki (Gintama)

(Source: kushandwizdom, via theenglishmiss)

"Wishing it were all a dream."
- I’m just the worst and I wish I could just redo today completely.