little sinkings in the earth

paintdoktahwho:

HOW DOES AMY RORY NOT KISSING???

THIS DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE

handsomedogs:

This is my precious pug, Wally. We adopted him several years ago, and he’s been a cuddle bug ever since! 

stophatingyourbody:

My name’s Hannah. All throughout middle school, I was bullied for my appearance, my chest especially. I’ve always been flat chested, and when the girls at school would make fun of me for not being as busty as them, I would feel terrible about my chest. In fact, up until this year, I wanted breast implants more than anything. 

This year, my high school choir performed Thoroughly Modern Millie as our musical, and I had a lead. I did some research on the 1920’s, seeing as the musical is set in that era, and read that back then having a small chest was what their idea of beautiful, and that made me realize that people had thought small chests were great. Knowing this one fact made me love my chest and made me realize that it really shouldn’t matter what those girls had said, or what anyone says, that this was my body and I should love it.

So no matter if you’re in an A cup or a D, love your “girls” because you’re beautiful no matter what.

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

<3

this happened about six weeks ago. recovery is a bitch.

(Source: ed-owl)

anxietycat:

http://branflake-pie.tumblr.com/

I do this way too often.

(via aquarian-sunchild)

foodfuckery:

girlmeetsbowl submitted:

Roasted potatoes with chimichurri sauce

I saw this and instantly thought, “is that allowed?” Like are you allowed to just eat potatoes and sauce with a fork? As a snack or a meal, or just with like…a salad? Really? 

(Source: iwilltrustinyou, via exquisitenightmares)

edrecoverystarfish:

I have been asked/told this countless times. If only it were that simple.

plumblemon

I do this to my boyfriend all the time. Heh.

p.s. while typing tags, I meant to type “yes” and typed “eat.”
Um… 

(Source: edrecoverystarfish)

sweethomestyle:

submitted by jfk

I just want to be back in our blanket fort. Me and this boy I’m crazy about who I think is crazy about me. Warm and safe and together in every way.

but we have to be thousands of miles apart and I’m cold and upset and alone and oh no. :( oh no.

(via loveisfluid)