small and fragile.
surviving myself.


→ Apr 2014

sugarmetimbers:

womp, there it is

(Source: hbotruedetective, via wintriestmoods)

→ Mar 2014 diamondise:

this is what makes everyone perfect

diamondise:

this is what makes everyone perfect

(via we-areallmadhere)

→ Mar 2014 favoritelittlelyrics:

Paramore, “Grow Up”

favoritelittlelyrics:

Paramore, “Grow Up”

→ Mar 2014
→ Mar 2014

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→ Mar 2014

i was complaining to my room mate how i can’t stand that the bitches across the hall are loud as fuck at all hours of the night and she said ‘oh i dont mind it. it’s a typical college experience, and i’m grateful for it.’

ok whatever college experience my ass, i don’t give a fuck about that, i just want my beauty sleep. 

→ Mar 2014

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→ Mar 2014

Off to the Races by Lana Del Rey
→ Mar 2014

(via nataliewalczyk)

→ Mar 2014 "

So, maybe we’re the
generation of the selfie,
but we’re also the generation
that grew up in a tainted,
Photoshopped world
with every impossible beauty standard
shoved down our throat
through a tube
because eating has become
a guilty pleasure
and condemning beauty ideals
won’t go straight to our thighs.

And if, by chance,
we are able to destroy the
demons that you’ve planted
inside of us with your
constant advertisements and rules
that play behind our eyelids and
take root in our brains,
then let us take our fucking pictures
and capture that moment when
we felt beautiful because all this world
has taught us is that
our beauty is the greatest
measure of our worth.

Scoff at our phones all you like,
these delicate extensions of
our fingers, but know that
through this technology
that you couldn’t even
begin to understand,
we have smudged the entire
world with our fingerprints.
We are the generation of knowledge,
and we are learning more than
any that came before us.
So, frown at my typing fingers;
I am using them to grasp power
by the throat.

Try to invalidate us,
but we’ve heard our
parents talking about
the world’s crashing and burning
since we had sprung from the womb.
We know you’ve fucked up,
and we’re angry about it-
the kind of anger that
fuels knowledge,
that I feel in my veins every time
I read the news from my phone
before school,
that sticks in my throat like honey
in a debate;
the kind of anger that simmers,
that sharpens teeth into daggers,
that makes this generation more dangerous
than you could have ever imagined.

We are the generation of change,
and goddammit, we’re coming.

" — Emily Palermo, An Open Letter to the Men Who Told Me to Stay Out of Adult Conversations (via starredsoul)

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