maybe the little bruises and cuts that show up on your body seemingly out of nowhere are actually little injuries that happened to your soulmate and you get the same marks on your skin as them

write a book

Hmmmm…I’m covered in bruises & tiny cuts lately. Interesting.

(via tap-that-charlie-quinn)


do you ever see someone and think oh my god i would like to be responsible for your next orgasm

(via sexual-feelings)

Look at all these dance programs from Dogtown Dance Theatre! So rad! #dogtowndancetheatre

Look at all these dance programs from Dogtown Dance Theatre! So rad! #dogtowndancetheatre

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Showgirls photographed by Gordon Parks, New York, 1958 (via)

(Source: vintagegal, via tap-that-charlie-quinn)

I Can’t Even.

Every fucking relationship since 2009 has been a cluster fuck of pussy ass boys who are afraid to be themselves, afraid to be with the person they really love, afraid to live their own lives.

Fuck that.

Be honest. Tell the truth. Own up to your shit. Even if that means being poor or people talking shit about you or paying child support. At least you are living your own fucking life & not putting on a show.

Nothing is worse than being told AFTER the fact how much you are missed, and loved, and cared for. How much you are worth a divorce or moving to a different city or even for a relationship to go public. WHERE THE FUCK HAS THIS SHIT BEEN?!?

People should be proud of their significant others. Support them. Love them. Realize every fucking minute of the day that they are fucking amazing & worth it.

I may be a hot mess of a person but people always know where the fuck I stand. That doesn’t mean I don’t fuck up. It just means I own up to that shit right away.

I don’t have the time to hold boys’ hands while they figure out the shit I’ve been telling them. Its exhausting.

I got art to make & dinner to cook.


"Caught Out There"


(Source: llvnos)