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One of the best feelings in the world

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reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

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hey guys, hope your skin is clear and you get a text from someone you like real soon.

also that your lunch tastes good, you find twenty dollars on the ground, and that thing coming up that you were dreading turns out not so bad

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The hours between 12am and 6am have a funny habit of making you feel like you’re either on top of the world, or under it.

Beau Taplin || the hours between. (via delusion-als)

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She was one of those stars, a bright dot in blackness, without home, without a companion, in eternal cold and silence.

Maxine Hong Kingston, The Woman Warrior (via teenager90s)

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1. Stop faking your fucking orgasms. Society already tells young men that they run the fucking universe - if they can’t turn your cunt into a shooting star then for god’s sake, let them know about it. 2. Once you’ve stopped faking your fucking orgasms, use this newfound honesty throughout the rest of your life - stop ordering coffee you don’t actually like; stop sitting at a desk and allowing people to treat you like shit in the hopes that a meek attitude will earn you a promotion (it won’t); stop telling people they can finish your food when you’re not actually done yet. These may seem petty, but they add up, just like every orgasm you didn’t actually get to have. 3. If you wanna dance all night, dance all fucking night. Dance all night even if you have work in the morning. The worst that will happen is you’ll drink RedBull all day and look like a zombie - pass it off as a head cold to the real zombies you work with and flick through the embarrassing photos you’re being tagged in as you pretend to take a shit for some peace and quiet. I promise, you’ll remember dancing all night in ten years, not the suspicious way your boss looked at you that morning. 4. If your ass looks big in that, that’s a good thing. 5. You will never be as young as you are this second. Embrace it. 6. Embrace the fact that you’re going to get older. Ask your boyfriend if he will still love you when you’re seventy and your tits are down to your knees. Look forward to this time - seventy year old women are allowed to do pretty much whatever they want, and no-one can stop them. You can carry candy in your bag and not share it with a single soul. You can stay home all day and cross-stitch expletives onto handkerchiefs for your grandchildren and slip them under the table out of sight of the people you raised. You can drink whisky at 10am. Every phase of your life is going to be amazing for different reasons. Embrace that. 7. A lot of people will pretend to love Bukowski. Don’t pretend to love Bukowski if you don’t love Bukowski. It’s overplayed and no-one will mind if you actually like Virginia Andrews instead - the people who do mind are boring.

Some more little life lessons, by Daisy Lola. (via spearmintblonde)

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1. I can’t get up at the crack of dawn to carpe fucking diem because I’m out five nights a week chasing laughter and the moonlight. 2. I don’t want to wake up feeling comfortable. Fuck comfort. I want to wake up and know I’ve woken up, I want to feel my life as it happens and if that means a throbbing headache, so be it; I’d rather dance in the dark than under a rainbow. 3. Eat whatever you want, idiots. 4. My breakfast happens at 1pm and I’d like to read whilst I eat it, thankyou very much. 5. I don’t need to stretch, nor do I need to reach for the sky; I am not a member of S Club 7 and my head is already in the clouds. 6. Drink all the water your body needs, put a chopped up lemon in your bottle but never neglect iced tea and vodka - whatever your poison, indulge yourself in it sometimes. Striving for perfection in any aspect of your life is just going to disappoint you; have a shot every now and then. 7. If you’re living life, you might not have time to write down your activities until four in the morning. Your life record may be scribbled onto receipts as you ride the train. That’s okay too; it doesn’t have to be beautiful to be valid. 8. Sleep on a pile of towels if you have to. Sleep in the grass. Sleep at a new friends’ place every night. As long as you’re sleeping next to something you love - whether it be a partner or the latest Palahniuk - scented fabric softener won’t mean shit. 9. Chaos can be better sometimes. 10. Run into the ocean instead. 11. You don’t owe strangers your smile. You don’t owe nature your observation. Maybe you don’t have a dog to walk. 12. Don’t make plans you can’t follow through with, it’s unfair. 13. 14. Fuck it. Pick up a book because you liked the cover. Pick up a book because the person before you keft it behind. Scribble all over it if you want. Tear pages out and cut out words if you want. Pick up no books for a month, then ten in a day. Books will always be there. 15. Be yourself without imposing cliche’d values and movie-romance ideas onto your personality. Do what comes naturally. If you don’t want to pay your speeding fines, don’t fucking pay them, it’s your life. If you don’t like old people, don’t go and volunteer at their homes, you’ll only make everyone there miserable. Find your true bliss rather than assuming you’ll know what it is by sticking your tongue out at babies. You’ll get there, there’s no rush. 16. Don’t fucking daydream about it. Do it. Write your own ending.

Fuck Your ‘Sixteen Small Steps to Happiness’, love Daisy Lola  (via spearmintblonde)

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"Those poor boys"

"She deserves to be punished too."

"I’m not saying I support rape, but-"

"Sorry to say - she deserved it."

"She put herself in harm’s way"

"But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape."

"She ruined their lives."

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It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

Charles Dickens (via elemesy)

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To the girl who wears flowers in her hair to distract from the dark in her eyes To the boy who’s always sad and doesn’t know why To the ones who cry themselves to sleep at night I promise you’re not alone To the girl who sleeps around with anyone so that she can feel like something To the boy with scars up his arms screaming that he’s nothing To the ones who try so hard to be worth loving I promise you’re more than you could ever know To the girl who can’t leave her bed and her mom calls lazy To the boy who drinks every night until the room is hazy To the ones who have everyone believe that they’re crazy I promise you’re not just skin and bones To the girl with mascara-stained pillows wishing that she could forget To the boy who finds release at the end of a cigarette To the ones who live their whole lives filled with regret I promise someone will guide you home Just know you’re not alone

just-another—daydreamer (via wnq-writers)

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You just want to taste heaven even if you know you’d taste a little of hell, because if love can make anything taste better then the taste of hell wouldn’t be so bad.

Jenn Satsune (via ohsatsune)

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Easier said than done.

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Memory can give everything and I mean everything back to you, just not youth, just not love.