You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.
But…
Know were you stand: Modern Day Locations blended with Major Historical Events by Seth Taras
1. The Hindenberg Disaster of May 6, 1937
2. Allied soldiers rushing the beach at Normandy in June 1944
3. The Fall of the Berlin wall in 1989
4. Adolf Hitler touring Paris and standing in front of the Eiffel Tower in 1940
Incredible then and nows
Oh my gosh.
(Source: fer1972)
phone and internet at the same time was a legit problem, how many of you even remember that?
I had every single one of these problems
THE LAST TWO THO
Seriously, I can relate to ALL OF THESE.
LMAO THE LAST TWOOOO!!!!!
Hahaha when all the movies you wanted to watch were already rented. Life was so harddd.
Eternal reblog.
(Source: somethinglikelydia)
Frida by Senegalese photographer Omar Viktor Diop shot in Abidjan.
i love this waaay too much. too used to seeing only white girls impersonate her.
this is so amazing
Senegalese Frida?
Amaze.
(Source: katebomz, via loveyourchaos)
i have no problem with pointing out that anyone of any gender can be an abuser, rapist, pedophile etc because that’s absolutely true.
but the problem with always emphasizing “yes but it happens to everyone, not just women (or people of colour, or trans* people, etc)!” is that it depoliticizes the issue.
violence is not an accident, it is reflective of social power relations that permeate society at every level
(via loveyourchaos)
(Source: heartless, via drinkmasturbatecry)
amandarin—orange:
Swingularity Issue #17: The Dancer’s Dilemma: Crushing Uncertainty.
Sometimes it’s really hard to tell. Based on suggestion by wisehelayna.
Cf. Bug’s Question of the Day regarding Dance Crushes.
(Source: amandarin--orange)
Someone wrote of a heart feeling full, tender, like ripe fruit splitting it’s own skin.
My father had a heart attack.
He is recovering, well. I feel guilty I am not there.
I can’t process the other emotions I’m shuddering with right now.
I thought these things got easier, or that at least I would care less. Clearly not.
And on top of this, more confusion: the arrival of something special, just as another special thing makes plans to leave.
My heart feels so full that it, too, might split its skin.
Last night was lilac, velvet and stars
and barely catching my breath before tears came
aches worth savouring
