SuperTramp: This is just going to be a month where... →
supertramplifestyle: Just read an article about A&F not selling pant sizes larger than a size 10 in their stores and the CEO further explains he wants to sell clothes to ‘attractive, cool people.’ So of course this lead to 1000 people saying ‘Shame on him, I hope they go out of business.’ Inevitably this trickles down…
SuperTramp: Girls get mad that guys can sleep... →
supertramplifestyle: Girls get mad that guys can sleep around and not be considered a slut. Guys get mad that girls sleep around. Girls if you want to sleep around, then you’re going to be considered a slut. Thats the way the world works. Take responsibility for your own actions. Dont try and justify something because…
Quiett Dog: A very open letter. →
quiettdog: When I was younger, I used to walk around with tons of anger. In the last few years, I’ve shed a lot of that. I’ve also subscribed to the idea that artists should put their art out there and let it speak for itself without bombarding people with blogs and twitter posts about things unrelated to…
circadianarrhythmia: hamburgay: Some times I want to be in love but most of the time I want to be in bed did you know you can do both
joycemanor: When girls refer to band members as ‘MY BABIESS’
st4techumps: I’m just gonna watch Top Gun and pretend everything is ok.
Welcome to Ireland, enjoy your stay... →
I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.– Paulo Coelho (via siamease)
One Direction shouldn’t be the only damn thing that pops up when you search Ireland tags.
bloggin photos of the rainforests and the deep sea...
clubpenguln: *FLINGS SELF AT BRICK WALL* PARKOUR
You think relationships are difficult? Try friendships. Try courting someone in...– Laura Jayne Martin (via turquoisebeads)
I’m not afraid to die; pieces of me die all the time.– Sage Francis (via samsaranmusing)
marykateteske: I cannot hold you like I want to. My arms try to pull you through me. Haiku by Mary Kate Teske
marykateteske: Would it be tragic if all of my tears drowned out all my eyes would see? Haiku by Mary Kate Teske