pournstar:

boy: have sex w me
girl: no
boy: misandry is real

All of a sudden two decades have passed and you still have not kissed anyone with tongue, or kissed anyone at all for that matter, or had a 3 AM conversation with someone who would rather look into your eyes for ten minutes straight than talk. You have never worn a lover’s sweater or “forgotten” it at home in your bedroom just so you would have an excuse to see them again. You have never even stood face-to-face with someone who makes your hands shake so hard it feels like they’re both having a separate anxiety attack.
This causes you much guilt and self-blame and sadness but above all, an overwhelming curiosity. Are you really that ugly, that unwanted, that uninteresting, that boring, that no one, absolutely no one, has ever looked at you like the only thing on earth?
The answer is no. The better answer is that someone out there, somewhere in the world, is “wondering what it’s like to meet someone like you,” and they have two decades worth of love stored in their veins like a shoot-‘em-up drug, and they’re just about ready to inject it into someone else’s bloodstream. All you have to do is roll up your sleeves and wait for it to happen.
At times you felt so lonely you could stand at the edge of a cliff with nothing beneath you but air and grass and a long, long way down, and you’d still feel emptier than that canyon itself. Maybe you even danced with yourself alone in your room a few times, arms outstretched around a ghost, pretending someone else’s hands were on your waist, someone else’s eyes boring into yours.
Or maybe you fell temporarily in love with strangers on public transportation, fell in love with anybody who so much as accidentally brushed your hand on the way past. For you, falling in love with dozens of people a day was a coping mechanism for not having anyone to love you in return. But people are not eggs and falling in love with a dozen of them does not mean your shell will remain uncracked. One day you’re going to hit the point where you’re so desperate for human contact that you’re going to snap in half and all your love will bleed out like egg yolk.
But someone out there is eating a bowl of Ramen noodles right now, or putting on slippers, or settling into bed. They are doing all the normal things that you’ve done in your own life. They are just like you. They have cellulite and extra fat in all the wrong places and goals and fears and doubts and bad handwriting.
The truth is that they are just like you, and being just like you, they’re looking for a lover too. They’re what you might call a soulmate.
They think they’re all alone in feeling the way they do, but you’re really both two halves of a whole.
And one day you’ll meet them, bump into them on the street, and your two halves will be put together, and you’ll make one."

— Writings For Winter - For Twenty Year-Olds who have never been loved (via seascatchfire)

fullten:

the type of boyfriends you guys got terrify me, like you guys say ‘he’s still a good guy though,’ ‘he has a good heart,’ ‘He’s the kindest person I’ve ever met,’ 

after giving me a laundry list of abuse, predatory behavior, sexual assault, and cruelty. 

Treat yourself right, just because he’s ‘the sweetest guy’ you’ve ever met doesn’t stop other men from being sweeter. It seems like anyone short of an axe murderer is suddenly a top pick because women are so use to abuse we don’t understand when someone is being nice, versus ‘well, he’s not hitting me now,’ 

If you say no, cry, push him, look uncomfortable, freeze up, and he keeps going without checking in or giving a shit, he’s a rapist. 

If he is hits you, calls you names, keeps you from your friends, constantly insults everything you are and like, constantly checks your phone and doesn’t allow any kind of privacy, he’s abusive. 

These are not ‘Nice guys’ these are not ‘sweet, kind’ guys, These people are rapists, abusers, and they are using you and don’t give two shits about you. They enjoy hurting you. They enjoy making you feel like shit so that you won’t leave them, because with you they are powerless, you are the only thing that makes them feel empowered, because you hold all the chips in this. Without you they are nothing. I know its hard to leave an abusive situation, I know you’re risking everything, but don’t delude yourself into thinking… you deserve this, that this is normal, this is okay, because it’s not and you don’t.  And no amount of sweet smiles, or flowers, should be able to make up raping you, abusing you, hitting you, whatever.  

Just please fucking be safe 

Anonymous asked: hey agnes ): recently i've been feeling super down about myself and my weight. i've always been a 'bigger' girl and i go through phases of loving what i have, dressing the way i want and feeling great about myself. but i've fallen back into hating myself, because all my skinny friends can talk to boys and flirt and them reciprocate, whilst i attempt and boys will just make fun of me. i know boys' opinions of me mean nothing, but it's just the context that upsets me. how do i just stop caring ??

hi mup. i’m not sure how to go about this, because i’m in the same situation. i’m filled with self loathing pretty much all the time. it’s really draining, i’m sure you know the feeling. i’m just trying to tell myself that what i look like doesn’t correlate to my worth, although what i hate about myself the most is what’s inside lmao :( 

it’s a struggle, boo. but we’re closer to the end of this road than we used to be, and that’s worth celebrating.

i love you mup <3

sloumate:

Harry owns so many wonderful coats i want to build a fort out of them and bury myself into it when I’m cold and sad

radtracks:

rapt // karen o

love is soft, love’s a fucking bitch
do i really need another habit like you?
i really need, do you need me too?
i believe it’s gonna leave me blue

Anonymous asked: do u like lights? if you like how the taylor swift album is sounding you should check out lights's 'little machines' album :)

oh thank u!!! i used to love lights, siberia is a goddamn masterpiece. i’ll make sure to check her newest out too!!

FKA Twigs and Robert Pattinson out and about in Brussels on 16 October.

supernatural-tardis:

i had a crush on this guy and i decided to pull a Pavlov on him by offering him whenever i saw him  this brand of candy he seemed to really like and after a while whenever he saw me he got excited for a second then you could see his expression shift to wondering the why the hell was he so happy to see me and i swear it was the evilest thing but also the most hilarious i made a guy like me by conditioning him into associating me to a candy he liked

Anonymous asked: how is a boyfriend supposed to act and be like towards you? i've recently been in my first relationship and it doesn't feel like it but i don't have anything to compare to :/

hi bug. i’ve never been in a relationship either so i think i’m the worst person to ask lmao :( but really, it’s all about how you feel. is he making you feel appreciated? loved? listened to? respected? 

i think you have to decide for yourself what you want out of a relationship, and talk to him accordingly.

good night bug ilu <3

You’re standing against a wall, holding onto a girl whose knees you’ve shot without touching. Holding, but not in the way you’ve ever known it. Hold like you’re drowning, hold like you’re buried, hold until your arms are trembling from the strength of it. She’s elastic against you, she’s all wilting and drooping and long long lashes hiding eyes painted black from wanting. She won’t look at you because she doesn’t know how to without spilling desire.

You’re both talking a language that neither of you can understand. But it sounds like ‘please’ or it sounds like ‘touch me everywhere.’ But this is more than your fingers or your mouth. This is the five seconds that it takes to peel her self-conscious away from her body. This is the five minutes of holding her hips between your hands and pressing your fingers into the stretch marks there and saying ‘you’re so fucking beautiful.’ This is really meaning it. This is thanking God for your hands and their ability to feel. You think maybe the dip of her sternum is forgiveness. This is how the soft of her against you makes your breath ragged. This is your chest heaving and sweat on your upper lip. The way you’ve forgotten the first name of every girl you’ve ever touched. The way her hair feels between your knuckles when you yank it. The noise she makes.

This is the hour that it takes for her to believe that you want her, skin and all. And when she believes you, you’ll know. Her defences will fall off her like water. She’ll shrug the sweater off her shoulders and that strip of bare skin will drive you so crazy that you’ll think about it for weeks later and it’ll make you hard again. You’ll text her saying that you’re thinking about her and your colleagues will ask why the freckles on your cheeks have connected to turn you bright red and you’ll mumble something about the sun. It’s not the sun. It’s the way she fell apart when you bit her neck and moaned honey into her throat. You’ll both be so brimming the ocean will rise jealous to see you. You’ll meet a girl and she’ll trust you and it will feel like undressing with all your clothes still on. It’ll feel like the raw of a wound and the relief of healing. She’ll put her throat in your open hands and close her eyes. This is what trust looks like.

Dip your fingers into her swollen mouth. Lean closer, breathe the words, you’ll fill her like this: ‘you are so beautiful and I’m going to put my hands everywhere.’

"

Azra.T   (via 5000letters)

Eating pussy is 30% basic skill and 70% paying the fuck attention."

shaythegayone (via guitarsandcontrabandx)

You carry the heavens
in you eyes
like one of those old
Greek tragedies.

And I’d call you Atlas,
but he wasn’t given
a choice to hold the stars.

You were.

"

yet still you break your back by holding the sky in your palms (via p.d)  (via charlesmmacaulay)

i’m not interested in being easy on the eyes
i want them to flinch, think twice before they reach out their callous hands to bruise.
i want to be a constant reminder to men that not everything is theirs for the taking."

fabiola - for girls who aren’t interested in being easy on the eyes (via roserosetyler)

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