None But Ourselves Can Free Our Minds. -Bob Marley

Me: idc what anyone thinks about me, I am myself and I’m not here to please anyone

So much of my life has been about survival That its taking me a long time to learn how to l i v e

every single person who reblogs this

there are over 128,000 notes and i still got one

legit how, in like 30 seconds i got one and this has 500k notes

“I just need a person” or “I just used a person”

HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

#this is the only money cat i will reblog because it’s actually doing the manekineko pose151,646 notes (via lolwhutninja)

HOT FUCKING DAMN

You think you’ve seen her naked because she took her clothes off? Tell me about her dreams. Tell me what breaks her heart. What is she passionate about, and what makes her cry? Tell me about her childhood. Better yet, tell me one story about her that you’re not in.   You’ve seen her skin, and you’ve touched her body. But you still know as much about her as a book you once found, but never got around to opening.

I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.