Wonder Bar, 1934
This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.
Just imagine turning up to work
And knowing that it’s your job to slap someone with a fake cat paw
I’ve come to realize “home”
isn’t necessarily built
of concrete or stone or brick-
but of human flesh.
And when we miss someone,
|—||VQ (via dailydoseofpositive)|
me: i just did 5 squats why am i still fat
And then, the space between us explodes. My heart keeps missing beats and my hands cannot bring her close enough to me. I taste her and realize I have been starving.
I have loved before, but it didn’t feel like this.
I have kissed before, but it didn’t burn me alive.
Maybe it lasts a minute, and maybe it’s an hour. All I know is that kiss, and how soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that even if I did not know it until now, I have been waiting for this person forever.
|—||Jodi Picoult, Sing You Home (via teenager90s)|
do you ever feel like having too many feelings that you just might explode
we’ve taught girls to romanticise nearly everything a boy does. when i was younger i thought it was cute that boys chased the girl even after she said no. i loved it when after a girl moved away from a kiss, the guy would pull her back and force it on. i thought a guy saying ‘i won’t take a no for an answer’ was passionate and romantic. we’re literally always teaching girls to romanticise abusive traits.
how are people turned off by tattoos they are so fucking hot
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