World of Possibilities
spookyfbi:

suckmydestiel:

OH MY FUCKING GOD IF YOU DON’T THINK THIS IS THE CUTEST SHIT EVER GO HOME

PETITION TO HAVE A MOVIE MADE OUT OF THIS STORY.

spookyfbi:

suckmydestiel:

OH MY FUCKING GOD IF YOU DON’T THINK THIS IS THE CUTEST SHIT EVER GO HOME

PETITION TO HAVE A MOVIE MADE OUT OF THIS STORY.

shego:

people who laugh so hard at their own jokes that they can’t even finish the joke because they’re laughing so hard are my favorite kind of people

the-worst-come-free:

So I was just scrolling through pictures on Facebook and I saw this, the caption was “this is what strength looks like” I can’t deny that. But this photo is also what depression/ mental illness looks like, you wake up in the morning dead to the world (black) and you put on your suit of happiness to the public so that you don’t scare others and so you “fit in”

the-worst-come-free:

So I was just scrolling through pictures on Facebook and I saw this, the caption was “this is what strength looks like” I can’t deny that. But this photo is also what depression/ mental illness looks like, you wake up in the morning dead to the world (black) and you put on your suit of happiness to the public so that you don’t scare others and so you “fit in”

spockward:

hey you wanna do a fun prank we can hold hands and cuddle and makeout and make everyone think we’re dating it will be so hilarious

t0morrowcomest0day:


I don’t care who the fuck you are, or what you’re doing. You can take 3 seconds to reblog this.

I miss you..

t0morrowcomest0day:

I don’t care who the fuck you are, or what you’re doing. You can take 3 seconds to reblog this.

I miss you..

kissmeok:

most amazing quotes on my blog♡

kissmeok:

most amazing quotes on my blog♡

thegirl-inred:

toned-tanned-fit-andready:

v0nlaust:

caliiforniadreaming-xo:

gothicstan:

localised:

do you ever get the urge to get up in the middle of the night while everyone else is fast asleep and just walk places and to be completely alone and entirely dedicated to your thoughts

yes but the problem is i dont want to get murdered u feel me

i feel you 

we all feel you 

why are so many people touching me

This is why you don’t walk around in the middle of the night

nerdgeekemotionlessfeelings:

willgrahamcrackercrumbs:

reasons you should date me:

  • i bake things and they taste good usually
  • i will cuddle you always
  • you can chill w/me for hours and just read or watch movies and not  talk
  • i could’ve murdered like 17 people by now but i haven’t

(The first one is a lie 😁)

when she was 7, a boy pushed her on the playground
she fell headfirst into the dirt and came up with a mouthful of gravel and lines of blood chasing each other down her legs
when she told her teacher what happened, she laughed and said ‘boys will be boys honey don’t let it bother you
he probably just thinks you’re cute’
but the thing is,
when you tell a little girl who has rocks in her teeth and scabs on her knees that hurt and attention are the same
you teach her that boys show their affection through aggression
and she grows into a young woman who constantly mistakes the two
because no one ever taught her the difference
‘boys will be boys’
turns into
‘that’s how he shows his love’
and bruises start to feel like the imprint of lips
she goes to school with a busted mouth in high school and says she was hit with a basketball instead of his fist
the one adult she tells scolds her
‘you know he loses his temper easily
why the hell did you have to provoke him?’
so she shrinks
folds into herself, flinches every time a man raises his voice
by the time she’s 16 she’s learned her job well
be quiet, be soft, be easy
don’t give him a reason
but for all her efforts, he still finds one
‘boys will be boys’ rings in her head
‘boys will be boys
he doesn’t mean it
he can’t help it’
she’s 7 years old on the playground again
with a mouth full of rocks and blood that tastes like copper love
because boys will be boys baby don’t you know
that’s just how he shows he cares
she’s 18 now and they’re drunk
in the split second it takes for her words to enter his ears they’re ruined
like a glass heirloom being dropped between the hands of generations
she meant them to open his arms but they curl his fists and suddenly his hands are on her and her head hits the wall and all of the goddamn words in the world couldn’t save them in this moment
she touches the bruise the next day
boys will be boys
aggression, affection, violence, love
how does she separate them when she learned so early that they’re inextricably bound, tangled in a constant tug-of-war
she draws tally marks on her walls ratios of kisses to bruises
one entire side of her bedroom turns purple, one entire side of her body
boys will be boys will be boys will be boys
when she’s 20, a boy touches her hips and she jumps
he asks her who the hell taught her to be scared like that and she wants to laugh
doesn’t he know that boys will be boys?
it took her 13 years to unlearn that lesson from the playground
so I guess what I’m trying to say is
i will talk until my voice is hoarse so that my little sister understands that aggression and affection are two entirely separate things
baby they exist in difference universes
my niece can’t even speak yet but I think I’ll start with her now
don’t ever accept the excuse that boys will be boys
don’t ever let him put his hands on you like that
if you see hate blazing in his eyes don’t you ever confuse it with love
baby love won’t hurt when it comes
you won’t have to hide it under long sleeves during the summer
and
the only reason he should ever reach out his hand
is to hold yours

Fortesa Latifi - Boys Will Be Boys 

(And Why That Is The Stupidest Thing You Could Ever Say To A Little Girl)