OOTD - Bridesmaid Edition!
This is what I wore to my grade school best friend’s wedding. I stood up with her and though the wedding was a fiasco (long story), all of us bridesmaids of all shapes, sizes, and skin tones looked fine!
Seriously fuck the people living below us. Their bass is so loud that I can hear every goddamn song.
After a half hour of Evanescence blaring, I went and banged on his door.
Mallory don’t take no shit from neighbors.
This is my fitblr
I love this! Safe fitspo :)
You are not a machine.
A young Kenyan woman holds her pet deer in Mombassa, March 1909.Photograph by Underwood and Underwood
One small correction. That’s not a deer. It’s a dik-dik, which is a small relative of the antelope that is indigenous to Kenya and other parts of Eastern Africa.
my grandma and great aunt have passed this card back and forth every birthday for almost 20 years
"We’re doing an annual fun and sexy memorial run for our friend Joe. Joe’s still alive though. He’s actually perfectly healthy. We’re just trying to raise awareness for him. Awareness of Joe."
“So wait, are you raising money for something?”
“Nope. Just raising sexy.”
You don’t need to be perfect to inspire others. Let people get inspired by how you deal with your imperfection.— Wilson Kanadi (via thatkindofwoman)
Cussing doesn’t come from a lack of vocabulary – I know all the other words. None of them speak the same language that my fucking heart does.— Anis Mojgani (via greatauthorquotes)
— Astrid Lindgren, author of Pippi Longstocking, 1978 Peace Prize Acceptance Speech (via withoutawarning)
"When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking–the first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with.
The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, “Mama, I couldn’t find a switch, but here’s a rock that you can throw at me.”
All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child’s point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone.
And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence.”
And I could see any hard core horse riding enthusiast going “What are you doing!? That’s not how you ride!”
I guess he’s trying to blend in and not be the
centaur of attention