A Lover's Quarrel With The World
denofthievves:

twism:

Here is a photo of Adam Levine dropping all of his clothes to raise awareness for prostate and testicular cancer for Everyman in the February issue of Cosmo UK. Just in case you were wondering, the pair of hands covering Adam’s privates belong to his girlfriend, Anne Vyalitsyna. While speaking to the magazine, Adam also confessed that he’s been told by the people around him that it’s inappropriate to be as naked as he is. Seriously? Can’t those people just trade places with me?

MMMMMM HIIIIIIIIIIII
therealkatiewest:

Time for some real talk.
Sometimes you need something and you don’t know what it is, but you know something isn’t right in your life. There’s a sadness in your mornings. You walk around all day and can’t quite focus; you’re in a fog that never seems to lift. You look in the mirror and don’t feel like your usual, bodacious self. You think your eyes look sad; your smile, forced. You feel tired, sluggish—you think maybe your hair isn’t as shiny as it once was. Your friends invite you out on a Friday night and you accept but when it comes to getting ready, you stand in your bedroom in a towel for twelve minutes straight before finally deciding that your bed and a Civil War memoir are better companions tonight. You forget to put deodorant on in the morning. You cry for no reason on your commute home. You are overcome by a melancholy that is destroying your whole life.
Girl, you need new underwear. Six pairs for $25.50. Easy.
fuckyeahtattoos:

Done at Körperkult, Bad Homburg, Germany.
Just because I love Robert Frost and his poems.

feministdisney:

an unexpected, beautiful rant.  If I were you?  I would read it all.

nom-chompsky:

ugly-feelings:

sometimes i just want to get a fake orange spray tan and bleach my hair blonde and wear hollister and a&f and american eagle and uggs exclusively and wear frosted lipglosses and make ducklips faces and care about jersey shore and gossip girl. because apparently “nice” dudes hate when girls that because it’s “fake”, it’s “slutty”, it’s overdone/tasteless/”dumb” but fuck you. everything is fake. all persona is persona including what you’ve been conditioned to perceive as a “neutral”/”inoffensive” appearance.

because i don’t want your “respect”, and i certainly don’t need your advice on how to “respect” a body. i don’t need your fake concern about skin cancer and burns on my scalp when my body doesn’t even feel like mine sometimes. when breast cancer becomes selling sex to teenage boys who wouldn’t tell you about the lump in your breast they felt while they were feeling you up. your concern for my body will always be mediocre until it is mine to create/destroy/create, and even then it wouldn’t even matter because you do not inhabit this flesh, or these organs, or this mucus/snot/bile/blood/spit/fluid/fluid/fluid. so stop trying to crawl into my bed of skin, asshole. stop trying to own my ugliness. you can’t have it. too bad, so sad.

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me: can you not chew so loudly
mom: how are you going to survive a relationship?
me: I don't want a relationship
mom: how are you going to tolerate anyone?
me: I don't like people
mom: jessie are you anti social
littleawakening:

My family
My friends
My reputation
My values
sunw0rshipper:

exactly.