brookeeverdeen:

"everything jennifer lawrence does is just an act!"

here is jennifer lawrence in 1995

image 

you know which girl i’m talking about 

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esaki-reyes:

fucktonofanatomyreferences:

A glorious fuck-ton of perspective angle references (per request).

[From various sources.]

Unf

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Timestamp: 1406106946

esaki-reyes:

fucktonofanatomyreferences:

A glorious fuck-ton of perspective angle references (per request).

[From various sources.]

Unf

(via zooophagous)

bl-ossomed:

debosaurus:

manicpixiedreamskrillex:

trying-to-hide-the-pain:

cartgirl:

ohhhimjustagirl:

thinspocean:

still-moving-on:

m-isguidedghos-t:

Boys don’t understand the horrible view girls have of themselves

AMEN

Literally fml

I’ll always reblog this I think

I should show this to guys when they make comments.

no you dont understand how fucking accurate this is. 

The view if myself is the view that is the chub jest on my entire body

THE FACT THAT THIS IS CONCIDERED A AFUCKING HORRIBLE VIEW OF HOW GIRLS SEE THEMSELVES PISSES ME OFF AND MAKES ME WANT TO STAB MY BED OKAY

LADIES

LISTEN TO ME

YOU ARE FIRECRACKERS

YOU ARE A BLIZZARD

YOU ARE AN APOCALYPSE OF LOVE AND RAGE

YOU ARE NOT AND SHOULD NEVER BE DUMBED DOWN TO WHAT YOUR GODDAMN PERCENTAGE OF FAT TO MUSCLE IS 

YOU ARE BROKEN BONES AND SCRAPED KNEES AND THROATED SCREAMS AND YOU 

ARE

BEAUTIFUL

IF YOU LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

IF YOU DON’T LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

IF YOU THINK YOU LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL 

I AM SICK AND FUCKING TIRED OF SEEING WONDERFUL, SMART, TALENTED, WONDERFUL, BEAUTIFUL GIRLS HATING THEMSELVES BECAUSE OF AN UNREALISTIC EXPECTATION SET ON THEM AT A YOUNG AGE

YOU ARE PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE

OWN IT

I’ve reblogged this before but I never saw that comment and I’m actually crying omg

Fuck I’m crying

(Source: lizbarfart, via upstandingclitizen)

Timestamp: 1405932856

bl-ossomed:

debosaurus:

manicpixiedreamskrillex:

trying-to-hide-the-pain:

cartgirl:

ohhhimjustagirl:

thinspocean:

still-moving-on:

m-isguidedghos-t:

Boys don’t understand the horrible view girls have of themselves

AMEN

Literally fml

I’ll always reblog this I think

I should show this to guys when they make comments.

no you dont understand how fucking accurate this is. 

The view if myself is the view that is the chub jest on my entire body

THE FACT THAT THIS IS CONCIDERED A AFUCKING HORRIBLE VIEW OF HOW GIRLS SEE THEMSELVES PISSES ME OFF AND MAKES ME WANT TO STAB MY BED OKAY

LADIES

LISTEN TO ME

YOU ARE FIRECRACKERS

YOU ARE A BLIZZARD

YOU ARE AN APOCALYPSE OF LOVE AND RAGE

YOU ARE NOT AND SHOULD NEVER BE DUMBED DOWN TO WHAT YOUR GODDAMN PERCENTAGE OF FAT TO MUSCLE IS 

YOU ARE BROKEN BONES AND SCRAPED KNEES AND THROATED SCREAMS AND YOU 

ARE

BEAUTIFUL

IF YOU LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

IF YOU DON’T LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

IF YOU THINK YOU LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL 

I AM SICK AND FUCKING TIRED OF SEEING WONDERFUL, SMART, TALENTED, WONDERFUL, BEAUTIFUL GIRLS HATING THEMSELVES BECAUSE OF AN UNREALISTIC EXPECTATION SET ON THEM AT A YOUNG AGE

YOU ARE PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE

OWN IT

I’ve reblogged this before but I never saw that comment and I’m actually crying omg

Fuck I’m crying

(Source: lizbarfart, via upstandingclitizen)

radastheyscum:

kinsleesuzanne:

chazychazle:

Would it be effective censorship if I just photoshopped man nipples onto girl nipples

image 

A++++++++++++++++++++++

(Source: diggidy-dang, via upstandingclitizen)

trapcartel:

If you make a girl feel bad about her body u a bitch

(Source: elijahfanblog, via upstandingclitizen)

tawnks:

the one thing that has stuck with me every day since my English teacher told me it in middle school is:

"When referring to someone, always say who they are before anything else about them, because being a person always comes first"

Instead of saying “the mentally ill man,” say “the man with a mental illness”

Putting someone’s characteristics (especially negative ones) before them is dehumanizing and rude. Don’t do it.

(via upstandingclitizen)

kill-whitepeople:

i must have missed the part where Dory said this in the movie 

(via upstandingclitizen)

Timestamp: 1405522752

kill-whitepeople:

i must have missed the part where Dory said this in the movie 

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noiselesspatientspider:

iheartuniversecookies:

angelas-extrasandstuff:

I would like to share this beautiful passage with all of you, it’s long, but worth it. And I swear to god I didn’t alter any of this. 

….

Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.

Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf (which is seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.


Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.


As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.
“Hilda,” Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”


Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.


“Torolf,” Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. “I need you.”
Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently.
Hilda looked at him expectantly.
“Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolf, I need you – sexually.”

At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.

Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.

Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.

Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!

The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room.
Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.

She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”

But her bed was empty.

Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs.

….

DICK

ANEURYSM

GALLOPING ABS

OMFG! I can’t stop laughing!

(Source: , via natureaddict)

Timestamp: 1405522147

noiselesspatientspider:

iheartuniversecookies:

angelas-extrasandstuff:

I would like to share this beautiful passage with all of you, it’s long, but worth it. And I swear to god I didn’t alter any of this. 

….

Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.

Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf (which is seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.


Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.


As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.
“Hilda,” Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”


Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.


“Torolf,” Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. “I need you.”
Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently.
Hilda looked at him expectantly.
“Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolf, I need you – sexually.”

At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.

Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.

Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.

Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!

The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room.
Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.

She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”

But her bed was empty.

Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs.

….

DICK

ANEURYSM

GALLOPING ABS

OMFG! I can’t stop laughing!

(Source: , via natureaddict)