i’m glad the shit that lives in the ocean lacks the ability to leave the ocean because most of it is scary as fuck
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Stop planting flowers in peoples yards who aren’t going to water them.
Anonymous (via stay-ocean-minded)
why is it that when a latina overfills their lips they are a “chola” but when white girls start to do it, its a trend?
how come a black person’s dreads automatically make them look like they smell like patchouli oil and weed and are branded dirty thugs, but when a white person does it, it’s boho chic, a style statement and representative of a love for nature?
why is it that so many little ethnic girls had to spend their childhood being called a monkey because of their thick eyebrows, but suddenly since white beauty made the switch from thin to thick brows, its what everybody wants now?
and when latinas draw on their eyebrows to make them look thinner, or when black girls relax their hair, or when asian girls pop in contacts and wear their eyeliner and false lashes, or when any WOC tries to change their look to conform to white beauty standards, they are still made fun of????
I want a relationship where we can get drunk at midnight, just the two of us, and sit up talking and making out all night, and go to the beach at four in the morning. I want someone who’s down for adventure. I want someone who will go camping with me, and boating, and fishing, and travel. I want someone who wants me for life. I want passion that doesn’t burn out.
She loved the ocean
because every time the waves
left the shore,
they always came back.
(via bendelbarbies)
And then one student said that happiness is what happens when you go to bed on the hottest night of the summer, a night so hot you can’t even wear a tee-shirt and you sleep on top of the sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is probably more accurate. And then at some point late, late, late at night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and the night turns into cool and when you briefly wake up, you notice that you’re almost chilly, and in your groggy, half-consciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and you drift back off into a deep sleep. And it’s that reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull what’s warm - whether it’s something or someone - toward us, that feeling we get when we do that, that feeling of being sad in the world and ready for sleep, that’s happiness.
Paul Schmidtberger, Design Flaws of the Human Condition (via littletrenchcoatangel)
And then one student said that happiness is what happens when you go to bed on the hottest night of the summer, a night so hot you can’t even wear a tee-shirt and you sleep on top of the sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is probably more accurate. And then at some point late, late, late at night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and the night turns into cool and when you briefly wake up, you notice that you’re almost chilly, and in your groggy, half-consciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and you drift back off into a deep sleep. And it’s that reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull what’s warm - whether it’s something or someone - toward us, that feeling we get when we do that, that feeling of being sad in the world and ready for sleep, that’s happiness.
Paul Schmidtberger, Design Flaws of the Human Condition (via littletrenchcoatangel)
don’t underestimate me. i’ll wear sweaters in the summer. i’ll eat like eighteen gallons of ice cream in the winter. fuck the temperature. i don’t give a fuck
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