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Manchester Orchestra – Don't Speak (No Doubt Cover)

fuckyeah1990s:

Manchester Orchestra - Don’t Speak (No Doubt cover)

(Source: jewfro)

vintagegal:

Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

(via heres-looking-at-you-kid)

phon3y:

I laughed so hard I woke up my dad.

(Source: unlucky-artist, via sunshineandwhiskeyy)

I don’t believe in it the way people believe in God or the Tooth Fairy. It’s more like the National Enquirer. A big headline and a very dull story…Love’s an illusion. It’s a dream you wake up from with an enormous hangover and net credit debt. I’d rather have cash.

where-is-my-comb:

Raven’s dad was a hardcore sass-master.

(via wwweath)

Stop setting yourself

on fire for someone who

stays to watch you burn.

– Haiku on Perspective 
  (via gothics)

(via kinkandkawaii)

vidarianvivisepulture:

vidarianvivisepulture:

vidarianvivisepulture:

Which sexual position produces the ugliest children?

Ask your mom.

image

(Source: vidarianvivisepulture, via wwweath)

Don’t tell me that you love me, because anyone can tell me that. Tell me that I make you tear up with anger and frustration, but at the end of the day you still want to lay down next to me, put your arms around me, and sleep.
– Unknown (via psych-facts)

(via psych-facts)

Let’s be honest here -
I am not the girl men fall in love with.
I am the girl that men want to fuck.
I am a conquest. A prize. A show.

I could count on five hundred fingers
the number of people that have professed,
“I like you. You’re different. You’re an interesting girl.”
Apparently I’m not fascinating enough for you
to want to hold for more than a one night stand.

Once
as I finished swimming a sea of blankets
and got left stranded on the shore,
I asked myself:

What’s wrong with me?
What am I doing?
Am I not good enough for anybody?

And right before I could drown again,
the sun woke up and said,

"You are.
You are enough.
Forget the men whose hands have groped your hips
in search for answers to questions
you’ve never even heard of.
Do not settle for people who do not appreciate you,
who do not know how lucky they are.
Remember it is a privilege to be loved by you,
or even just
to be touched by you, and
the warmth of another body does not define your worth.

These men -
they think that they can own you
with their drunken stares and roughened arms, but
I have circled the earth
a thousand times
to feed the light flowing inside your skin.
Do not waste it by illuminating those who
can not even be bothered
to learn your last name.”

So that night when
the moon tried once more to pin me down,
I told him:

I am made of sunlight, crashing waves, and fireworks.
You think you can tame me
and cool my flesh?
I am the girl who plays with matches,
and trust me I play it well.
Lord knows I’ve walked through villages leaving
a pile of destruction in my wake.

My heart is a bushfire
and the next time you try to control me,
darling, make no mistake -

I will burst out and ravage you in flames.

I’ll
burn
you
to
the
ground.

(This isn’t a test.)

Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | For All The Girls With Messy Hearts, And To The Men Whose Skin Have Tasted Mine

It’s women’s month! I’ll celebrate by reblogging this piece I have here. This is for all you beautiful and strong ladies out there! x MUCH LOVE

(via surfandwrite)

(Source: surfandwrite, via thisnostalgicheart)

You are enough.
Paint it on your mirrors,
on the back of your eyelids,
drown it in your stomach,
sing it in every word you say.
You are never too much.
Eat your food,
sleep eight hours,
walk like you love yourself.
You are enough.
Say it in your sleep,
mantras to carry you through your day.
There is never enough of you.
You are a thirst that is never quenched.
I crave you when you’re away.
I love every piece of you.
But I cannot make you love yourself.
– Michelle K., You Are Enough. (via cultivate-solitude)

(Source: michellekpoems, via sundrenchedd)

I’m self-sufficient. I spend a lot of time on my own and I shut off quite easily. When I communicate, I communicate 900 per cent, then I shut off, which scares people sometimes.
Bjork on ‘Self-Sufficiency (via psych-facts)

(via psych-facts)

Don’t settle. Don’t finish crappy books. If you don’t like the menu, leave the restaurant. If you’re not on the right path, get off it.
– Chris Brogan (via tyleroakley)

(Source: quotethat, via sundrenchedd)

vintagegal:

Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

(via heres-looking-at-you-kid)

(Source: hungry-queen, via brontellas)

phon3y:

I laughed so hard I woke up my dad.

(Source: unlucky-artist, via sunshineandwhiskeyy)

I don’t believe in it the way people believe in God or the Tooth Fairy. It’s more like the National Enquirer. A big headline and a very dull story…Love’s an illusion. It’s a dream you wake up from with an enormous hangover and net credit debt. I’d rather have cash.

where-is-my-comb:

Raven’s dad was a hardcore sass-master.

(via wwweath)

Stop setting yourself

on fire for someone who

stays to watch you burn.

– Haiku on Perspective 
  (via gothics)

(via kinkandkawaii)

vidarianvivisepulture:

vidarianvivisepulture:

vidarianvivisepulture:

Which sexual position produces the ugliest children?

Ask your mom.

image

(Source: vidarianvivisepulture, via wwweath)

Don’t tell me that you love me, because anyone can tell me that. Tell me that I make you tear up with anger and frustration, but at the end of the day you still want to lay down next to me, put your arms around me, and sleep.
– Unknown (via psych-facts)

(via psych-facts)

Let’s be honest here -
I am not the girl men fall in love with.
I am the girl that men want to fuck.
I am a conquest. A prize. A show.

I could count on five hundred fingers
the number of people that have professed,
“I like you. You’re different. You’re an interesting girl.”
Apparently I’m not fascinating enough for you
to want to hold for more than a one night stand.

Once
as I finished swimming a sea of blankets
and got left stranded on the shore,
I asked myself:

What’s wrong with me?
What am I doing?
Am I not good enough for anybody?

And right before I could drown again,
the sun woke up and said,

"You are.
You are enough.
Forget the men whose hands have groped your hips
in search for answers to questions
you’ve never even heard of.
Do not settle for people who do not appreciate you,
who do not know how lucky they are.
Remember it is a privilege to be loved by you,
or even just
to be touched by you, and
the warmth of another body does not define your worth.

These men -
they think that they can own you
with their drunken stares and roughened arms, but
I have circled the earth
a thousand times
to feed the light flowing inside your skin.
Do not waste it by illuminating those who
can not even be bothered
to learn your last name.”

So that night when
the moon tried once more to pin me down,
I told him:

I am made of sunlight, crashing waves, and fireworks.
You think you can tame me
and cool my flesh?
I am the girl who plays with matches,
and trust me I play it well.
Lord knows I’ve walked through villages leaving
a pile of destruction in my wake.

My heart is a bushfire
and the next time you try to control me,
darling, make no mistake -

I will burst out and ravage you in flames.

I’ll
burn
you
to
the
ground.

(This isn’t a test.)

Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | For All The Girls With Messy Hearts, And To The Men Whose Skin Have Tasted Mine

It’s women’s month! I’ll celebrate by reblogging this piece I have here. This is for all you beautiful and strong ladies out there! x MUCH LOVE

(via surfandwrite)

(Source: surfandwrite, via thisnostalgicheart)

You are enough.
Paint it on your mirrors,
on the back of your eyelids,
drown it in your stomach,
sing it in every word you say.
You are never too much.
Eat your food,
sleep eight hours,
walk like you love yourself.
You are enough.
Say it in your sleep,
mantras to carry you through your day.
There is never enough of you.
You are a thirst that is never quenched.
I crave you when you’re away.
I love every piece of you.
But I cannot make you love yourself.
– Michelle K., You Are Enough. (via cultivate-solitude)

(Source: michellekpoems, via sundrenchedd)

I’m self-sufficient. I spend a lot of time on my own and I shut off quite easily. When I communicate, I communicate 900 per cent, then I shut off, which scares people sometimes.
Bjork on ‘Self-Sufficiency (via psych-facts)

(via psych-facts)

Don’t settle. Don’t finish crappy books. If you don’t like the menu, leave the restaurant. If you’re not on the right path, get off it.
– Chris Brogan (via tyleroakley)

(Source: quotethat, via sundrenchedd)

Manchester Orchestra – Don't Speak (No Doubt Cover)

fuckyeah1990s:

Manchester Orchestra - Don’t Speak (No Doubt cover)

(Source: jewfro)

"I don’t believe in it the way people believe in God or the Tooth Fairy. It’s more like the National Enquirer. A big headline and a very dull story…Love’s an illusion. It’s a dream you wake up from with an enormous hangover and net credit debt. I’d rather have cash."
"

Stop setting yourself

on fire for someone who

stays to watch you burn.

"
"Don’t tell me that you love me, because anyone can tell me that. Tell me that I make you tear up with anger and frustration, but at the end of the day you still want to lay down next to me, put your arms around me, and sleep."
"

Let’s be honest here -
I am not the girl men fall in love with.
I am the girl that men want to fuck.
I am a conquest. A prize. A show.

I could count on five hundred fingers
the number of people that have professed,
“I like you. You’re different. You’re an interesting girl.”
Apparently I’m not fascinating enough for you
to want to hold for more than a one night stand.

Once
as I finished swimming a sea of blankets
and got left stranded on the shore,
I asked myself:

What’s wrong with me?
What am I doing?
Am I not good enough for anybody?

And right before I could drown again,
the sun woke up and said,

"You are.
You are enough.
Forget the men whose hands have groped your hips
in search for answers to questions
you’ve never even heard of.
Do not settle for people who do not appreciate you,
who do not know how lucky they are.
Remember it is a privilege to be loved by you,
or even just
to be touched by you, and
the warmth of another body does not define your worth.

These men -
they think that they can own you
with their drunken stares and roughened arms, but
I have circled the earth
a thousand times
to feed the light flowing inside your skin.
Do not waste it by illuminating those who
can not even be bothered
to learn your last name.”

So that night when
the moon tried once more to pin me down,
I told him:

I am made of sunlight, crashing waves, and fireworks.
You think you can tame me
and cool my flesh?
I am the girl who plays with matches,
and trust me I play it well.
Lord knows I’ve walked through villages leaving
a pile of destruction in my wake.

My heart is a bushfire
and the next time you try to control me,
darling, make no mistake -

I will burst out and ravage you in flames.

I’ll
burn
you
to
the
ground.

(This isn’t a test.)

"
"You are enough.
Paint it on your mirrors,
on the back of your eyelids,
drown it in your stomach,
sing it in every word you say.
You are never too much.
Eat your food,
sleep eight hours,
walk like you love yourself.
You are enough.
Say it in your sleep,
mantras to carry you through your day.
There is never enough of you.
You are a thirst that is never quenched.
I crave you when you’re away.
I love every piece of you.
But I cannot make you love yourself."
"I’m self-sufficient. I spend a lot of time on my own and I shut off quite easily. When I communicate, I communicate 900 per cent, then I shut off, which scares people sometimes."
"Don’t settle. Don’t finish crappy books. If you don’t like the menu, leave the restaurant. If you’re not on the right path, get off it."

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