*puts snapchat text over area of insecurity*
Love the booty
Grab the booty
Hold the booty
Desire the booty
Fight for the booty
Bite the booty
Touch the booty
Care for the booty
Worship the booty
Squeeze the booty
Believe in the booty
Embrace the booty
Respect the booty
Protect the booty
Spank the booty
Hug the booty
wow i really like this song i think i’m gonna listen to it 1 maybe 60 more times
Jessica Howell (via observando)
I AM NOT ON THIS PLANET TO SERVE AND BE SECOND TO NO MUTHAFUCKING MAN. MY PURPOSE IN LIFE AS A WOMAN IS NOT TO WALK ON EGGSHELLS SO I DON’T UPSET THE FRAGILE ASS MALE EGO. I WAS NOT MADE AS JUST A MISSING RIB. I’M HERE AND VALID AS FUCK
"When I got back to school from learning how to braid hair in Kenya, I also decided it was going to be my side hustle. I was going to make some money braiding people’s hair. So I went through the great trouble of creating a poster but I just didn’t have the heart to charge anyone so my friends would make appointments with me and I would spend the weekend braiding their hair, and I just couldn’t charge them so I never made any money from it." — Lupita Nyong’o for Vogue [x].
boyfriend: what’s for dinner?
My amazing friend (via pain-is-temporary-keep-fighting)
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next.
How To Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon (via 1811181)
Holy fucking shit(via br0kenn-angel)