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cockmeats:

be a pal and like people’s text posts. reblog their selfies. respond to their questions. even if you don’t know the answer and even if you’ve never really talked to them before. there’s nothing worse that feeling alone on a website where everyone promotes love and friendship.

raptortooth:

mybine:

lumos5001:

amazingpeetaisnotonfire:

sluttynuggets:

aphtaiwan:

johnhamishmorstan:

I don’t understand american school years what the fuck is a freshman or a sophomore why do you have these words instead of the numbers

what why would you use numbers

so IT FUCKING MAKES SENSE WHAT THE HELL IS A SOFT MOORE OR A FRESH MAN WHY ARE THE MEN FRESH

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America makes no sense, as usual.

bless the person that actually made the chart

laughter from France

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France what the fuck

(Source: vexingholmes)

dreadful-secrets:

kayleeromesburg:

Fuck this.
Fuck this post so much.

Do not tell me
your best friend
would not sit in at your lunch table
for three fucking days
just staring blankly at your old seat
wishing that you were there
to fill the space with laughter.

Do not tell me
your younger brother
would not break down
in the middle of class
because you guys started talking about
your favorite type of subject
in school.

Do not tell me
your mother
would not stare into the mirror
with trembling lips
wishing she could be
bringing you home from the hospital
rather than having to escort you away
in a casket to the nearest graveyard.

Do not tell me
your father
would not begin working
the night shifts
to distract himself
of the silence at home
because you’re not up
until the ungodly hours of the night
talking to what’s-his/her-face
on the phone
because you guys are so in love.

Do not tell me
your boyfriend/girlfriend
would not go into your room
and put on the last hoodie you wore
trying to desperately imprint
your sent onto their skin
so they never forget your smell.

Do not tell me
your friends
would not stare blankly
at the gymnasium wall
after the principal has announced
your death
to the entire school
making no sound
trying to convince themselves
this is just another one of
your impractical jokes.

Do NOT fucking TELL ME
this bullshit line
of how the stars would still appear
the sun would still come out
the earth would still rotate
and the seasons will still change
because without YOU
you lil beautiful piece of human being
none of these people will want
ANY of that to happen.

So yes.

Fuck this.

Fuck this post so much.

Reblogging for the comment because damn

Celebrities Before And After Photoshop

I feel obligated to say something about this and I don’t care how many notes I get on this post. All I care is that the point gets across to people. So please share this because this is one of the most important things I’ve ever written here.

The media doesn’t deserve to have their hands on Photoshop. They use it to make the public believe in absolutely impossible to reach standards. Look at yourself in the mirror. What do you see? The lines on your face that define you, the imperfections. The color of your lips, your eyes, your hair. The shape of your ears, your nose, your mouth, even your teeth. Look at your smile. These are the things that make you unique.

But the media doesn’t care about you or your imperfect smile. They want ratings, they want girls to look at a magazine cover and think, “Wow, I want to look like that.” But what they fail to understand is that they’re putting so much pressure in young people to look flawless just by doing a few “touch-ups” here and there on a picture of Jennifer Lawrence. They remove the wrinkles and the lines, they edit the color of their eyes, their hair, their lips, their face. They remove all of those imperfections that make us beautiful, and they don’t care how it affects the public. They don’t care how it makes us feel. They just want their ratings.

I probably don’t make sense right now, I’m actually a bit angry because the media is going too far. But if you get anything out of this post, it’s this - smile, because you’re beautiful, no matter what the person on the cover of your favorite magazine looks like. That’s fake, you’re not. So go outside without makeup on and embrace your natural beauty, your imperfections. Because without them, what are we? I’m going to leave that open for you to decide.

But stay true to yourself and don’t give in to fake standards of the media. It’s not worth the time or the heartache.

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