1. beyonceprivilege:

    me: *waves at a dog being walked*

    dog’s owner: *waves at me*



    (via sunalwaysshining)

  2. jeannieknguyen:




    A movie theatre you can cuddle in

    or if you’re me and forever alone, a movie theatre where i can spread out and have a couch to myself and my food.

    I mean, I’ll take either option


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  3. conorayne:




    some muggleborn like “i want to be an astronaut when i grow up!”

    wizard kids like “wtf is an astronaut”

    "oh you know…the people who go to the moon"

    implying that magical children would know literally nothing outside of the wizarding worldimage


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  4. It took me all the way until the last year/semester in college to meet true, genuine friends. Reading all their letters honestly makes me tear up because I am so happy to have met this amazing group of people. Before them I had forced friendships with people who never understood or accepted me, just because I thought I was “supposed” to be friends with my sorority sisters. Right when I needed a friend the most, I just kind of stumbled upon like fifteen of them! I can’t wait for this beach trip with Bree and Aspacia. It just feels like the perfect end to the craziness of this summer.

  6. minicanada:


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  7. "Men always say that as the defining compliment: the Cool Girl. She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means that I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.
    Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see these men - friends, coworkers, strangers - giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much - no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version - maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: ‘I like strong women.’ If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because ‘I like strong women’ is code for ‘I hate strong women.’)
    I waited patiently - years - for the pendulum to swing the other way, for men to start reading Jane Austen, learn how to knit, pretend to like cosmos, organize scrapbook parties, and make out with each other while we leer. And then we’d say, Yeah, he’s a Cool Guy.
    But it never happened. Instead, women across the nation colluded in our degradation! Pretty soon Cool Girl became the standard girl. Men believed she existed - she wasn’t just a dreamgirl one in a million. Every girl was supposed to be this girl, and if you weren’t, then there was something wrong with you."
    — Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn. (via the-library-and-step-on-it)

    (via sameatschildren)


  9. postllimit:

    when u use ur boobs to get someone to notice u


    (Source: postllimit, via sunalwaysshining)