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youreworththesacrifice:

bowariella:

yungswaqq:

F*ck reblogging half naked girls, this is beautiful

for all the people who think they wont find someone to love them, flaws and all…

I can never not reblog this.

cuffyourdick:

a simple yet beautiful reminder, it could be you! be thankful for everything you have.

No, you can’t deny women their basic rights and pretend it’s about your ‘religious freedom.’ If you don’t like birth control, don’t use it. Religious freedom doesn’t mean you can force others to live by your own beliefs.

President Barack Obama

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RELIGIOUS FREEDOM DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN FORCE OTHERS TO LIVE BY YOUR OWN BELIEFS —THANKYOU: BBams.

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sirtarantino:

a guy walked into the board room and said

"hi sweetheart if you could fix me up a coffee real quick im meeting with the regional reports manager in like five minutes, thanks darling"

and i just stared at him and coldly said

"i am the regional reports manager"

we are now twenty minutes into this board meeting and i dont think i’ve ever seen a man look so embarrassed and afraid in my whole life

If I only had a $1 for every time something like this had happened to me. Yes I’m female and I still look 18 (I’m nearly 30) but guess what stud I’m your superior. Suck it.

Yeah that’s right people 50c a big ass can! There has to be some perks to my job. Epic employee discounts :D

Yeah that’s right people 50c a big ass can! There has to be some perks to my job. Epic employee discounts :D

pleasestopbeingsad:

The First Step is a collection of thoughts on surviving: surviving the world, surviving mental illness, and surviving the thoughts in your own head. It includes notes and poetry. Some of it is happy. Some of it is motivational. Some of it is empowering. All of it is honest.

You can buy a physical copy here (and get free shipping using the code JLS714)
or download the digital copy for free here (I highly recommend it if you’re on the fence about whether or not to buy the book or if you just can’t afford it).

Warning: includes swear words and mentions of depression, mental illness, trauma, injections, food, blood + scars.

pixelatedlovesongs:

emperorirene:

avengersonna:

soulslookingforhome:

blingblingpuppysaur:

gayest-person-you-know:

I’m confused,could someone please explain what the letters stand for?

Those letters all stand for something and pretty much sums up a whole personality, to put it in simple terms. You can read profiles about the different types here, and you can take the test here^^

INFJ IS SO FUCKING TINY WTF

Entp

ahahaha INTJ is the smallest

I always sort of assumed there’d be a lot more INFJ.

pixelatedlovesongs:

emperorirene:

avengersonna:

soulslookingforhome:

blingblingpuppysaur:

gayest-person-you-know:

I’m confused,could someone please explain what the letters stand for?

Those letters all stand for something and pretty much sums up a whole personality, to put it in simple terms. You can read profiles about the different types here, and you can take the test here^^

INFJ IS SO FUCKING TINY WTF

Entp

ahahaha INTJ is the smallest

I always sort of assumed there’d be a lot more INFJ.

catbuttcat:

hopefulveterinarian:

Excellent alternative to the yellow ribbon concept.

Check them out here: Friendly Dog Collars

I just love these so much.

Tonight I listened to a voicemail you left me three months ago.
In it, you told me to go fuck myself.
I still remember that night.
I still remember those words rolling off your tongue so gracefully.
I remember wondering how someone so beautiful could be so cruel.

Two months ago I called you at three A.M.
I expected you to ignore it, or to send me to voicemail;
those were two of the things you were best at.
You answered and I felt my heart begin to race;
you probably thought it was because I missed you,
but truthfully it was because I didn’t expect you to answer,
and because I really had to pee.
I asked you how you were and you sat there quietly and confused.
It was like you forgot that I existed and that I was once a part of your life.
You told me “fine” and I smiled.
That was the last conversation we had.
I made sure to let go of you, and every negative word that was said, in a peaceful way.

Fast forward two months, and I still wonder how you are.
I still wonder how your dog is and if you’ve seen any good movies lately.
If you ever heard me say this, you’d probably blush like you used to whenever I said something sweet.
You’d probably think I think these things because I still love you, that I still want you.
But that is not the case.
You see, six months ago I was jumping through hoops to please you.
To make sure that you were happy before myself.
To make sure that I was the one causing your happiness.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now.
And now I simply remember you as a person I gave my soul to.
A person I told secrets to at 4am and fucked to feel a sense of closeness.
A person I loved, yes.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now, and now I miss you.
I miss the way you called randomly just to ask how my day was.
I miss the way you seemed to care, even if you didn’t.
I miss the friendship and the secrets and the stories.
And maybe one day things will be different.
Maybe you’ll call me on a Tuesday afternoon and ask how my day was.
These are the things I think about before my eyes slowly close and I am finally rewarded with sleep.
But for right now?
Go fuck yourself.

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