ToRoamsilently

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    warmyellowlight:

    yesmissmori:

    THINX Underwear:

    OH SHIT YOU GUYS THIS COMPANY IS MAKING UNDERWEAR THAT IS STAIN RESISTANT, ANTIMICROBIAL, AND WILL ABSORB UP TO 6 TEASPOONS OF LIQUID BUT STILL LOOKS FUCKING SEXY

    AND DID I MENTION THIS PART:

    For every pair of THINX you buy, you help one girl in the developing world stay in school by providing her with seven washable, reusable cloth pads.

    AND WHY IS THAT SUCH A BIG DEAL? HERE’S WHY:

    After doing some research, Agrawal says she found that more than 100 million girls in the developing world were missing a week of school because of their periods, and using things such as leaves, old rags, or plastic bags in the place of sanitary pads.

    THE SIZES RUN FROM XS TO XXL AND THE PRICES ARE NOT INSANE, THEY’RE OBVIOUSLY HIGHER THAN THOSE 5 FOR $10 SALES AT TARGET BUT YOU WON’T HAVE TO THROW THEM OUT BECAUSE YOU MISCALCULATED YOUR FLOW AND BLED ALL OVER THEM BEFORE YOU COULD GET TO A BATHROOM

    I’M SORRY FOR SHOUTING I’M JUST REALLY EXCITED ABOUT THIS

    LIKE HOLY FUCKBASKET IT’S ABOUT DAMN TIME

    This is sososo important. I have met girls in the slums of India that used old rags as sanitary pads and got all kinds of infections. They did not have access to clean water to clean these rags. People in developing countries do not have access to affordable pads. This is suuuuch a good cause!

    (via youre-adorable-as--hell)

    — 2 days ago with 224019 notes
    babeobaggins:

this is still SO FUNNY

    babeobaggins:

    this is still SO FUNNY

    (Source: dopexchainz, via amarakio)

    — 3 days ago with 495781 notes

    lipz-sofrench-ass-sospanish:

    xmayax:

    gothfag:

    jsfrc:

    jndcccc:

    s-urfboardt:

    Use both headphones

    left: the weeknd

    right: drake

    sex omfg

    #earfuck

    fuck fcku fkcu 

    i cant stop listenung to this like it is honestly the coolest thing i have ever heard

    ovaries

    — 1 week ago with 65899 notes
    Anonymous asked: Boyfriend duties ?


    Answer:

    frenchinhalechanelxoxo:

    -Treat her right
    -eat her right
    -protect her
    -love her
    -care for her
    -accept her
    -be there for her
    -communicate (deep conversation is required)
    -support her
    -stay loyal (fidelity is key!) being a good boyfriend is more than just what you do infront of her its what you do when she’s not around
    -compliment her
    -your job is to make her happy if you know its not going to make her happy then don’t do it!
    -make sure she’s one of your priorities nothing less
    -never stop showing her how much she means to you
    - last but not least spoil her
    ( Its all so simple its only hard if you make it hard )

    — 1 week ago with 415 notes
    "

    I am the type of girl, who screws up everything she touches. I cannot go a whole day without one negative thought, but I can find the beauty in everything, except for myself. I have one too many books on my shelf, instead of one too many pairs of shoes. My scars are the biggest insecurity I have, yet I have to wear them like bracelets down my wrists. I talk in a small voice, but when I laugh, it’s loud and obnoxious. I am afraid of death, but most the time I wish I was dead. I remember the bad memories more than the good, and I don’t just let anyone through the door to my heart.

    He is the type of boy, who fixes every crack he touches. He paints his world in a positive light, finding his own beauty in things that are not looked at as beautiful, like me. He has too many albums stacked on his shelf, next to the pile of his favorite films. When he talks it’s in the sweetest, most calming voice you’ll ever hear, I mean, it sounds like an angel. He is afraid of life, but still wants to keep living. He picks out the best moments of his past and replays it in the back of his mind like his favorite television show. He doesn’t just let anyone through the door to his heart.

    When we met, I didn’t believe he could fall for a girl like me. I was clumsy in our conversation, without even having to trip, because I fell. I fell for him. I fell for the way he viewed the world, I fell for the way he carried secrets in his mouth, and I just craved to kiss them open. I don’t know how he fell for me, I don’t know if it was because I called him lovely instead of hot, or told him I couldn’t make love to just anyone. I don’t know if it was the way my hair always looked messy in pictures, or how I wore red lipstick too much. I just know that he fell for me, the real me.

    "
    i.c. // “The Story of Us” (via delicatepoetry)
    — 1 week ago with 2461 notes

    lmaoalien:

    plot twist: another harry potter book comes out about all their kids

    (via metalhearted)

    — 1 week ago with 281485 notes

    luna-nix:

    whoufflesoufflegirl:

    the-treble:

    willowpedia:

    crazymolerat36:

    ewitsmichelle:

    not just followers, everyone.

    same

    I’m here if any of you need to talk<3

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    The best part is, this post actually does something, it offers support, unlike one of those useless “reblog if you care” posts.

    Exactly. Which is why I’ll reblog this one.

    (Source: cali4niadreaming, via youre-adorable-as--hell)

    — 1 week ago with 1145294 notes
    marley-hendrix:


Salvador Dalí in collaboration with Walt Disney.

This is hauntingly pretty.

    marley-hendrix:

    Salvador Dalí in collaboration with Walt Disney.

    This is hauntingly pretty.

    (Source: culest, via satanss-mistress)

    — 1 week ago with 821849 notes
    "

    "You’re too young
    to be so damn deep and so damn wise.”

    I was not aware that there was
    an age I had to reach before
    the experience I have gathered is
    old enough to be considered “wise”.
    I did not know to be young meant
    to swim through a mind of
    shallow thoughts and caution signs
    that warn “no diving here”.

    "Who knew you were so talented."

    I have known.
    Since the day I wrote a story
    that brought a classroom full of
    fourteen year old boys and girls to tears,
    I knew of the talent hidden beneath the folds of my brain,
    trapped under the skin of my fingers,
    scratching violently to find a way out.
    You would know too,
    if only you listened.

    "So you’re saying you know
    what love is?”

    I’m saying that I know how to love
    despite my small years.
    Just because my love is not the
    traditional adult screaming matches
    and midnight fucks full of hate,
    scratching down backs
    and biting your way through
    layers of salty skin
    does not mean it is not
    an epic story.

    "Last time I checked,
    you weren’t an adult yet.”

    An age will not label me,
    like I am confined to be only what
    others my age are.
    Last time I checked,
    I worked hard too.
    Last time I checked,
    my life was in order.
    Last time I checked,
    you were downing bottles
    of JD in the closet behind the kitchen,
    trying to drown the demons
    chasing you down.
    If that is adulthood,
    you can keep it for yourself.

    "
    Adulthood // Aly M. (via brandywinex)
    — 2 weeks ago with 125 notes

    batnoodles:

    jackbarakatsbuttblog:

    how-bad-do-u-want-it:

    afroarabia:

    "boys dont like it when-" 

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    "girls don’t like it when-"

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    "people would probably like you better if-"

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    FAVOURITE POST

    (Source: niqabisinparis, via amarakio)

    — 2 weeks ago with 734272 notes