Yeah okay I got a little fat, but my shorty told me he like it like that.
When a bitch testing you and you tryna hold your composure:
THIS IS THE MOTHERFUCKING WINNER
when is it going to be the other way round
does this count?
Oh, I think that one counts.
It definitely counts.
I think it also happened with Ariel but Mulans is better
You can easily find all these ice cube trays atmost20.com/IceCubes
I hope you fall in love with a man with good music taste and a jawline stronger than your wifi connection
“It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer (via kushandwizdom)
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.”
when someone stops talking to you and youre not sure what you did wrong
I try to not let it have an affect on me and to preserve my real life. People think they know everything about me. But fuck, who knows the truth? No one.
The West’s Matching!
She tried Suzie one time and she let her know to back the fuck up.
lol I wanna watch this
nah this gettin creepy y’all don’t know boundaries
Why y’all so rude and petty. Let me know