egberts:

do you ever walk to the beat of your music in public and you think you look really cool but you probably just look like a dumbass

how often do you masturbate

@Anonymous

elliegalaxies:

why would i need to touch myself when i’m touched by the lord every day amen

v0tum:

You’re over someone when you stop looking at their social media accounts.

Cakes have gotten a bad rap. People equate virtue with turning down dessert. There is always one person at the table who holds up her hand when I serve the cake. No, really, I couldn’t she says, and then gives her flat stomach a conspiratorial little pat. Everyone who is pressing a fork into that first tender layer looks at the person who declined the plate, and they all think, That person is better than I am. That person has discipline. But that isn’t a person with discipline; that is a person who has completely lost touch with joy. A slice of cake never made anybody fat. You don’t eat the whole cake. You don’t eat a cake every day of your life. You take the cake when it is offered because the cake is delicious. You have a slice of cake and what it reminds you of is someplace that’s safe, uncomplicated, without stress. A cake is a party, a birthday, a wedding. A cake is what’s served on the happiest days of your life. This is a story of how my life was saved by cake, so, of course, if sides are to be taken, I will always take the side of cake.

Jeanne Ray (via shetakesflight)

Balance.

(via pretendingtoadult)

(Source: the-healing-nest)

(Source: pertweee)

Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.

Sigmund Freud (via blazeberg)

(Source: 1ibertine)

(Source: findmyidentity)

blank slate

alibis-not-needed-anymore:

how do adults do it—
fall in love
without a blank slate
to do it on,
with so much history
in between,
in the way?

conflictingheart:

"Woman. Do not wait for a poet. You are already poetry."
A little spray paint and a dead wall can shake you up. Lessons learned in Bogotá.

conflictingheart:

"Woman. Do not wait for a poet. You are already poetry."

A little spray paint and a dead wall can shake you up. Lessons learned in Bogotá.

(Source: oregontopatagonia)

Most of our childhood is stored not in photos, but in certain biscuits, lights of day, smells, textures of carpet.

Alain de Botton (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: seabois)