ladyhistory:

More this-is-getting-out-of-hand Captioned Adventures of George Washington

PART I | PART II | PART III | PART IV | PART V

Hahahah I have tears

Reblogged from cult of kimber
It’s easy to feel uncared for when people aren’t able to communicate and connect with you in the way you need. And it’s so hard not to internalize that silence as a reflection on your worth. But the truth is that the way other people operate is not about you. Most people are so caught up in their own responsibilities, struggles, and anxiety that the thought of asking someone else how they’re doing doesn’t even cross their mind. They aren’t inherently bad or uncaring — they’re just busy and self-focused. And that’s okay. It’s not evidence of some fundamental failing on your part. It doesn’t make you unloveable or invisible. It just means that those people aren’t very good at looking beyond their own world. But the fact that you are — that despite the darkness you feel, you have the ability to share your love and light with others — is a strength. Your work isn’t to change who you are; it’s to find people who are able to give you the connection you need. Because despite what you feel, you are not too much. You are not too sensitive or too needy. You are thoughtful and empathetic. You are compassionate and kind. And with or without anyone’s acknowledgment or affection, you are enough.

Daniell Koepke (via internal-acceptance-movement)

i feel like this just changed my life??

(via foxynonsense)

sexual-phan:

itriedtobewitty:

breadcrumbjenga:

always—-fangirling:

herrhubb:

So this guy started talking to me on kik and it wasn’t that nice really. As you can see he called me all sorts of stuff as fat, told me to cut my wrists and to go back being anorexic. I told him I’d post our convo on my tumblr and he begged me not to since he was afraid he’s gf would see it, and I don’t want to ruin their relathionship but I’m not gonna be silent about this either. So when i told him id post it he posted a little bit of our convo instead where I called him a bitch, so now I’m getting shit for it. And not just this, he even called his own gf horrible. I’d be very very happy if you could spread this, apparently I’m not the first one.

SIGNAL BOOST THIS. MAKE THE GIRLFRIEND FIND THIS

THIS ISN’T OKAY. SIGNAL BOOST. NOW.

GOOOOO

Reblogged from Here's to you.

hennnypotter:

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agreed.

Reblogged from stupefy

This is definitely me and my boyfriend. Though more me wearing his clothes and him not so much wearing mine. Hahaha.

Reblogged from conceal, don't feel
A soul connection is a resonance between two people who respond to the essential beauty of each other’s individual natures, behind their facades, and who connect on this deeper level. This kind of mutual recognition provides the catalyst for a potent alchemy. It is a sacred alliance whose purpose is to help both partners discover and realize their deepest potentials. While a heart connection lets us appreciate those we love just as they are, a soul connection opens up a further dimension… seeing and loving them for who they could be, and for who we could become under their influence. This means recognizing that we both have an important part to play in helping each other become more fully who we are. A soul connection not only inspires us to expand, but also forces us to confront whatever stands in the way of that expansion.
— John Welwood (via hennnypotter)
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jesuissublime:

the-irresistible:

perfect quote. i hope one day i’ll tell this to someone. i hope. 

This. Precisely this….

always, my love. <B

jesuissublime:

the-irresistible:

perfect quote. i hope one day i’ll tell this to someone. i hope. 

This. Precisely this….

always, my love. <B

Reblogged from Room Full Of Eyes

ame-heureuse:

i die.

OMG hahaahahahahahahahahaha

Reblogged from âme heureuse

Things I Say While Driving.

  • Me: Fuck you, oh. Fuck. You.
  • Me: What the fuck are you doing. What. The fuck. Are you doing.
  • Me: NICE BLINKER ASSHOLE.
  • Me: Good luck in the slow lane there, bud.
  • Me: Why the FUCK are we not even going to speed limit. Why.
  • Me: Lolol your car's a piece of shit.
  • Me: If I miss that green light because of you...
  • Me: You're gonna cut me off? You better hope you have a damn good accelerator, bitch.
  • Me: I AM GOING TEN MILES PER HOUR OVER THE SPEED LIMIT WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT
  • Me: Shit is that a cop? No.
  • Me: Shit THAT is a cop.
  • Me: Nope, roof rack.
  • THIS IS WAY TOO ACCURATE
Reblogged from cult of kimber