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The Infamous Middle Finger
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“I stopped believing in love when I was 11 years old. At the same time that I first saw my fathers hand go across my mothers face reality did the same to me and I realized none of it was real. I once read a story about a man who loved a blind woman so dearly that he gave one of his own eyes so that she could see. Once the woman could see, she left this man because he was ugly. I keep telling myself that maybe one day I will believe in love yet again. It is because of this that I have ripped myself open to so many people and now there is nothing left. I am completely empty. I have given entirely too much of myself to boys who only touched my body because their body was intoxicated with the thought of fucking my brains out. No one will ever fill me. Here I stand, with gashes leaving every part of me completely open. No matter how many human beings come by and pour themselves into me it will pour right back out. So ask me again why don’t I believe in love. I don’t believe in love because love is not calling you at 3am begging for you to fuck me just because I need to feel something. Love is not my fathers hand across my mothers face. Love is not giving your eye to a charming blind woman and being left because you are undesirable. Love does not exist, people only let themselves believe that because they are entirely lonesome and need to feel the fire of another’s fingertips burning against their skin. Love is none of these things, because love does not exist.”

I realize that I am bitter, and I plan on keeping it that way (via afwul)

g0ssipgirl-daily:

aliciaaadanielle:

n4ughty-y:

I watched an interview he was in and they asked him, “how do you play being in love so easily?” and he replied, “actually being in love with leighton really helped.”

My heart

Never stop reblogging

“Just because your pain is understandable, doesn’t mean your behavior is acceptable.”

Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience (via paintdeath)

channelyouranger:

headonyourchest:

blackcatandme:

I stood naked over him and took a picture

Why do I love everything about this

this is so cute

eyebrow gaps are better than thigh gaps reblog if u agree

inchiostroeparigine:

OH MY GOD LOOK AT THESE FLUFFY LITTLE CREATURE OH MY OH
sierramckenzie:

This is hard for me to post but I feel like it is important. I remember hating my face and hating my skin and looking at all the girls around me in middle school and on tv and in ads and feeling like I was a monstrosity in comparison. But I remember the first time I realized women plucked their eyebrows. And wore concealer. And foundation. And powder. I felt like I had been lied to about what women look like. After modeling and realizing when photographers asked for no makeup, they really meant the photo on the right. I started realizing that the photo on the right was what was in skincare ads and posted by people claiming in the caption to be wearing no makeup some of the time. The photo on the right is the bare minimum of what we expect women to look like when they wake up in the morning. I think makeup can be empowering, but I think that acknowledging that it isn’t natural is important. Modeling and wearing makeup so often makes me especially feel like its important to sometimes be uncomfortably honest about how much of the media we consume is altered in some way. Part of me wanted to wait until my skin was better to do this concept but I realized that was totally missing the point. Thanks for taking the time to read.Photography and Graphic Design by Mark Laubenheimer.
fox-party:

We found this in an abandoned parking lot today