(Source: stankonia, via brianadeshe)

(Source: kushandwizdom)

"Breathe. It’s only a bad day, not a bad life."

— Johnny Depp (via tearthatcherryout)

(Source: aerosteonunsoyu, via wherethecloudsgather)


"But it’s very strange. Cause this is the first time I’ve ever seen a law change because the government was just like, ‘*sigh*… fine’."

Mulaney: An Opening Act Preview Special | (x)

(via brianadeshe)






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

(Source: el-diario-de-una-adolescente, via breakoutthelword)

"If you want to be happy, be."

— Leo Tolstoy (via hqlines)


(via breakoutthelword)

(via breakoutthelword)


thandiwe | travislittle
afropunk 2014…..
Ig: @thandiiiii & @poetry_tl


thandiwe | travislittle

afropunk 2014…..

Ig: @thandiiiii & @poetry_tl

"You can be in a relationship for two years and feel nothing; you can be in a relationship for 2 months and feel everything. Time is not a measure of quality; of infatuation, or of love."

— What my relationships have taught me.    (via okbeijos)

(Source: lozzat, via i-am-the-oracular-spectacular)


I am not here to tell you it’s going to be okay because you already
know that. Anyone can tell you that. I am not here to stitch up your

wounds. I am not a nurse or a doctor. I don’t know how to fix you
and I wouldn’t want to try. I am here to tell you that it’s time to heal.

It’s time to let go of the years you’ve lost to your misery. The years
you’ve spent falling in love with your sadness and the way

your bones look when there’s nothing but skin over them. Stop
planning out your funeral and stop writing your suicide note.

Save your energy for the love letters you will have to write one day.
Save your good stationary. Stop staring at your veins like they

will bleed answers. Some days, you will still feel the hollow sort of
heaviness like your bones are made of iron pipes.

All you need to hear is that it is okay to be sad for no reason, a
billion reasons, or for one small reason. Some days your lungs

will bleed and the fresh air is made of salt. Some days your skin will
be a wound and the world is nothing but acid. On these days,

you need to know that it is okay to cry. Some days you will feel
naked and vulnerable like when sadness left, he took your whole

closet with him. I am writing this because none of us can be saved.
None of us can be fixed, because there’s nothing that needs fixing.

You are you. Do not listen to the boy who tells you that you are
broken because he hasn’t bothered looking in a mirror.

Some days, loud noises will still feel like needles on your skin.
People will raise their voices and they will ask why you are scared

of them. Some days you will still cringe when men touch you.
There will be days when you will go the beach wishing

the sea were made of alcohol so that you can stop dreaming in
black and white. You will wonder why they’ve put you on so many

drugs and you will ask yourself why you can’t function on any less.
On days like this, there are only a couple things you must remember:

you’ve been through worse before. You are limitless. The
things you are capable of are infinite. There is someone waiting

to tell you how proud they are of you for making it this far.
I am writing this to tell you that it’s time to let go of your walls,

your ceiling, your floor and grab onto the sky.


10:00 a.m. (For the people who think no one understands)

Inspired by Andrea Gibson’s "The Nutritionist"

(via angryasianfeminist)

(via wherethecloudsgather)


Salute to our Bro. Fred Hampton, fallen not forgotten…

(via mentalvegetarian)



R.I.P. The 2976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit

this is the only september 11th post I’m reblogging

(via the-goddamazon)

"I like people who have a sense of individuality. I love expression and anything awkward and imperfect, because that’s natural and that’s real."

Marc Jacobs (via scarlettjohansons)

(Source: quotethat, via my-minds-eye-perspective)


That moment when you wake up and reach over to wrap your arms around your special someone but realizes there’s only a empty space of nothing.