My dad was complaining about buying me books yesterday and I said “well at least it’s books” and then the cashier goes “yeah it could be drugs”
i find it funny that “i like big butts” has always been a well-liked song, but as soon as Nicki Minaj samples it and shows off her amazing ass in a video, suddenly OH MY GOD WHAT A SLUT PUT THAT AWAY
like, it’s okay for a guy to talk about how much he loves butts
but it’s not okay for women to love their own butts
funny how that works
(Source: , via humans-in-despair)
Read the second part.
THIS. THIS THIS THIS!!!!!
i know my heads fucked but my thighs still suck
SHE GLANCES DOWN
this is a children’s film.
Everything seems to be falling apart and I can’t pick myself up.
-thesoulpages || (c.n.p) ((something I wrote when I realized recovery is unrealistic))
I think the hardest thing is realizing your depression never ‘goes away’. It’s always there, like a relentless ex girlfriend. You’re fine, and you’ll wake up one morning with your paint job ruined and two flat tires, and I think that’s the only thing I can compare it to because I am completely deflated. I am covered in scars and walking around as a corpse. I wonder sometimes how such an empty thing can take up so much space and that makes me realize that we’re not so much living as barely existing, and the worst thing is that no matter how decayed these bones become, they will still take up more space than they deserve.