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Oliver Sykes accepting the award for his band Bring Me The Horizon at the APMAS

morganmcnallie:

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itsmamrie:

ditzeyy:

kynen:

Bless whoever looked at a picture of two mountains and thought of this.

swike and hannah

IT IS

itsmamrie:

ditzeyy:

kynen:

Bless whoever looked at a picture of two mountains and thought of this.

swike and hannah

IT IS


This is not a photograph of lovers, this is a 400 year old marble statue of Pluto and Proserpina

This is not a photograph of lovers, this is a 400 year old marble statue of Pluto and Proserpina

Things to Do When You’re Anxious, Scared, or Just Need a Distraction
potculture:

church

potculture:

church

bonafidepie:

oh-she-glows:

Self love. This isn’t something I am used to. I usually hide my body in any way I can. For the longest while I wouldn’t even open my eyes when I took a shower. I wear layers upon layers at work because it’s cold and I feel the need to hide my body. I have had a strong dislike of my body for far too long. This is the only one I have. So why not love it now? Why not love it before I make changes to it?  Why not love the only body I am ever going to have? 

I feel society tells everyone to look a certain way. As a woman, I have to have large but perky breasts, a small waist, a flat stomach, and thighs that don’t touch. The fact of the matter is, I have none of that. I am small chested, have an above average sized waist, I have tummy rolls, and my thighs; those bad boys touch whether I’m sitting down or standing up. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have a good body? No.

I can do so much with my body. I can eat food. I can draw. I can walk for miles and much much more. I can do so much more than I think I can. Just because my body isn’t stick thin does not mean that I should not love my body. 

I may not love how my body looks every day, but I did today and I took advantage of that. I just want to remind myself (and everyone else) that there is beauty in everything. There is beauty in your tummy rolls, in your hands, and your feet, and everywhere in between. You are beautiful inside and out, and you should love yourself for that. You should love your body for that and everything it does for you.

When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting the cigarettes in the darkness of the movie theaters, the slope of a shoulder, the angle of a hip. Looking at them sideways, I examine them in different lights. My love for them is visual: that is the part of them I would like to possess. Don’t move, I think. Stay like that, let me have that.
Margaret Atwood  (via kittiecunt)