For Those Who Embrace Life

This is what happens when you don’t separate your colors and whites.[via]

Who the fuck sends a snap of this?! My ass would be dialing 911. Crazy sons of bitches. SHAKE MY DAMN HEAD. So important it wasn’t even abbreviated!
Dear future child
If it’s 3am and you find yourself in a world of complete despair
Please do not turn to strangers on the internet for solace as I did
Please climb onto my bed
And I will hold you until the demons sleep
If it is Thursday morning and you are too sad to move
I won’t force you
I will buy ice cream and we will watch your favourite tv show and I will remind you of your importance
If you feel as if you have no purpose
I will remind you that you were created entirely with love and every pain you feel, I feel too
When you’re sure you can’t go on anymore
I will tell you that when I was 21 I searched for peace at the bottom of a vodka bottle chased by a bottle of pain killers
But that five years later
When you were placed in my arms in the delivery room
I realised that you were why I had been holding on
Without realising it, you saved me, do you know how amazing that is?
So if you ever feel like grabbing that vodka bottle, put it down, we will get in the car and I will drive until the sky turns magenta
I will show you how the sun rises every morning to encourage you to rise too
Sweetheart I refuse to be unaware of your sufferings
As my mother was to mine.

Your mental health is my priority. (via be-fearless-brave-and-kind)

This is so fucking beautiful. I’m crying. Gawh

(via lojo1815)


I’m selfish, never didn’t think about anyone but myself
I’m careless, never did care about anyone else
You’re fearless, never been afraid, don’t start that now
Not helpless, never wanna help, then go to hell

Whiskey and wine
Night after night
You haunt me
Losing my mind
Set it on fire
You haunt me

I’m never gonna let you go

I’m aimless, heading toward nowhere at the speed of light
Still dreamless, now that you’re gone I think I lost my fight
Your loose lip, tell me what you think about all last night
You’re foolish, follow through a fool like its not that wide

Whiskey and rum
Blood on my tongue
You haunt me
Tonic and gin
Blood’s getting thin
You haunt me


Quite possible the greatest tweet ever written. 
we can’t turn back the days that have gone. We can’t turn life back to the hours when our lungs were sound, our blood hot, our bodies young. We are a flash of fire—a brain, a heart, a spirit. And we are three-cents-worth of lime and iron—which we cannot get back.
- (via badliverandabrokenheart)

There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”.
- My First Name Ain’t Baby: ‘Hey Baby’ and Street Harassment (via official-mens-frights-activist)