i want a bf :/

and by bf i mean Benjamin Franklin as in a 100 dollar bill



Whoa, so there are some adult pictures of Jennifer Lawrence floating around the internet now? So while I won’t go out and search for them, I’m going to guess that those are photos of her driving a car or wearing a suit


snoop dog going around in a blonde bob wig telling people he’s a white man named Todd is the best piece of performance art of 2014


why is this so hard for people to understand

Age is an honor, it’s still not the truth.We saw the stars when they hid from the world.You cursed the sun when it stepped to your girl.

Age is an honor, it’s still not the truth.
We saw the stars when they hid from the world.
You cursed the sun when it stepped to your girl.


*sees a dog*

me: nice

*PETS a dog*

me: NICE


If they don’t get your 30 Rock references, that’s a dealbreaker, ladies!

why does everyone hate the buns???? :-(

why does everyone hate the buns???? :-(


five sets of two hands, fingers spread wide
my best friend lying next to me squeaks out
“never have I ever masturbated”
a chortle and a shrug between the boys as they flick down their obligatory fingers
and I can’t help but feel a twinge in my stomach as my pinky follows suit
the silence in the room is thick and grey and suddenly sliced by
yes really.
have you ever experienced fun?

I pull away a hair caught in my scarlet lipstick
in my reflection I see my table mate from english class
behind me she blinks twice and scoffs
“who are you trying to impress?”
the bathroom door is closed behind her before I can ask
the last time she did something to impress herself.

before a trip to the mall
one of my friends spends two hours
perfecting her bronzer
and choosing the perfect pair of shoes
the other rubs in dry shampoo
and is out the door in less than five minutes
they are two of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen.

my father calls me beautiful through a mouthful of popcorn
as I pour a glass of milk to accompany my now third piece of leftover birthday cake
he plants a kiss on my cheek and I grin as I wipe it away.

she asks me what to do to start loving herself
and I send her away to my full length mirror
and demand to only speak to her
when she’s found something to adore
the way I did with my knobby knees
and tiger-striped hips
and big square teeth
fifteen minutes go by
and she finally points to the freckles on her nose
splits into a grin
the one that makes everyone weak in the knees
and I watch the lightbulb go off above her head
as she realizes
it’s never been her job to hate her body

i tell my sister she looks cute today
and the look on her boyfriend’s face
when she blurts out “damn right I do!”
is priceless.

I used to worry that I’d never find someone who loved me at all
and now my biggest fear
is finding someone who can adore me as much as I’ve come to.

seven thoughts on self love that came to me before I got my driver’s license (llb)
"I used to work for a woman who had been an agent… And I was asking her why there weren’t more women in general who were writers. And she said, “Well, I can tell you one thing which is that when I told men that their writing wasn’t good enough they would go out and prove me wrong. They would say, ‘Oh, I’ll show you.’ And when I told women their writing wasn’t good enough they’d believe me.”"

Lindsay Doran, (on the Scriptnotes podcast)

(I thought this was interesting and infuriating and probably sadly true for too many people. -AK)


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Prove ‘em wrong.

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