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Things like, Brand New and La Dispute. But also things like, quotes from Charles Bukowski and Marianna Paige, that I seem to connect with. And furry things like pit bull puppies and and sometimes sad things and sometimes funny things that make me giggle. So just a lot of things tickle my eye balls and my brain. o.0

wild-rness:

I use humor to cover up the fact that I want to jump off a bridge


icantspellmynameright:

magic conch shell should i start my homework

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the conch has spoken


ravynfuckingfrost:

ewok89:

“They say I have a sweet ass, nice tits, a real pretty dress. They say I’m their future wife, or I’d look good with their dick in my mouth. They try (and probably succeed at times) to take pictures down my shirt. They ask if they can get my number, they ask where I live, why I’m not smiling, why my boyfriend lets me walk around by myself. Then they ask why I’m such a bitch, if my pussy is made of ice. They say that they never do this, as though I’ve somehow driven them to inappropriate behavior and deserve it. They say they’re just having fun, trying to pay me a compliment. Pretty frequently they get mean, slipping into a loud tourettes-like chant of bitch-whore-cunt-slut.
Before you try to tell me that it’s because I take my clothes off for a living, let me tell you that this started way before I was 18. Let me tell you that every single woman I know has at least one truly terrifying story of street harassment and a whole bunch of other stories that are merely insulting or annoying. Let me remind you that in a room of pornography fans, who have actually seen me with a dick in my mouth and who can buy a replica of my vagina in a can or box, I am treated with far more respect than I am walking down the street.”
—Stoya

Bby♡♡♡♡♡

ravynfuckingfrost:

ewok89:

They say I have a sweet ass, nice tits, a real pretty dress. They say I’m their future wife, or I’d look good with their dick in my mouth. They try (and probably succeed at times) to take pictures down my shirt. They ask if they can get my number, they ask where I live, why I’m not smiling, why my boyfriend lets me walk around by myself. Then they ask why I’m such a bitch, if my pussy is made of ice. They say that they never do this, as though I’ve somehow driven them to inappropriate behavior and deserve it. They say they’re just having fun, trying to pay me a compliment. Pretty frequently they get mean, slipping into a loud tourettes-like chant of bitch-whore-cunt-slut.

Before you try to tell me that it’s because I take my clothes off for a living, let me tell you that this started way before I was 18. Let me tell you that every single woman I know has at least one truly terrifying story of street harassment and a whole bunch of other stories that are merely insulting or annoying. Let me remind you that in a room of pornography fans, who have actually seen me with a dick in my mouth and who can buy a replica of my vagina in a can or box, I am treated with far more respect than I am walking down the street.

—Stoya

Bby♡♡♡♡♡


candxur:

kayleightaylorr:

clairevoyan-t:

oncehere:

capekalaska:

And when I arrive I won’t know anyone

Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again

So what did you do those three days you were dead?

'Cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend 

Well, Jesus Christ, I’m not scared to die

I’m a little bit scared of what comes after

candxur:

kayleightaylorr:

clairevoyan-t:

oncehere:

capekalaska:

And when I arrive I won’t know anyone

Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again

So what did you do those three days you were dead?

'Cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend 

Well, Jesus Christ, I’m not scared to die

I’m a little bit scared of what comes after


You can never know everything. Part of what you know is always wrong. Perhaps the most important part. A portion of wisdom lies in knowing that. A portion of knowledge lies in going on anyway.

― Robert Jordan (via psych-quotes)

outraged:

I wish I wasn’t so annoying like I even piss myself off


follovved:

blazekinn:

follovved:

i may be ugly and untalented

but…?

thats all


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