someone: *is completely toxic and not worthy of my time or attention*
my damaged ass: hey 💖💕💗💓💞💘
(via pvnk-bitch)
(via actuates)
if i invited you into my garden- i know you would only water the plants you like.
your eye would trail over to the prettiest colors and swaying tulips.
within days, my mind would become a withering grey while my chest blossomed lilies.
my hips would birth ripe, tender tomatoes-
but my lips would part only to give rise to compliments and ‘i love you’s’ to feed your towering ego.
so i would condense myself into ‘being okay’ because of how pretty you’ve made my garden look.
i am more than that.
that is why i choose- every day, to lock the gates and keep you away.
i pour water over every inch of my skin and remind myself of the beauty that blossoms in the hollow of my bones.
today, i am not just ‘okay.
today, i am goddamn fantastic.’
I don’t understand why books have shifted from having summaries on the back of the covers to having one-line reviews.
Seriously though. I want to know what the book is about. Not that someone from the Evening Standard thinks it’s a masterpiece.
I have been waiting for this post my whole life.
(via ayymanda)
I didn’t know cheetahs meow I’ve always thought they roar my whole life has been a lie
Ok but the other one is purring so hard
If I ever don’t reblog this assume I’m dead
Fun fact: technically, because of its inability to roar and its ability to purr, the cheetah is not a ‘big cat’ (or Great Cat) - they are still classified as Lesser Cats.
Also you haven’t heard anything until you hear them cheep.
(via ruinedchildhood)