Lost in My Own World.

wanna buy some drugs


wanna buy some drugs

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Watercolor Tattoos

by Ondrash - Victor Octaviano - Russell Van Schaick - Petra Hlavácková - Aleksandra Katsan - Kris Karloff - Lianne Moule - Lausbub Tattoo - Aleksey Platunov - Yanina Viland

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Reblogged from sunshine-phoenix (Originally from skindeeptales)

Look around your college classroom, spot the virgins.

See, this seems like a game until you skip over the girl with a short skirt and hair in front of her eyes because you heard last summer that she slept with like nineteen guys. You can’t see her hands, but they’re under the table, pulling a rosary through her fingers as she tries to wash the sin off her. She’s only ever kissed three people in her whole life and they’re all girls. She turned down the wrong guy and he told everyone she’s “a whore.” The label “slut” stuck to the bottom of her shoe and swallowed her up.

But that quiet girl who is always reading probably never touched someone else’s penis, you figure, because you don’t know that she goes home and strips down and pulls on tight black leather, you don’t know she’s got a set of whips that could make any set of knees quiver, you don’t know because she’s proud of what she does but she’s not stupid enough to let anyone know about it. She’s sexy, just not here, not where people judge.

See, the truth is: you have no idea who has lost their virginity, because it doesn’t change you. It doesn’t give you some kind of glow or superpower or stamp on your forehead. You know the feeling of waking up on your birthday and thinking “I don’t feel any older whatsoever”? That’s what maybe they’re all so afraid of you finding out: sex doesn’t change you. Sex doesn’t make you an animal, sex doesn’t suddenly make your relationship a million times more stable or intimate or romantic - it can’t fix what’s broken, although it can make the pain go away for a bit. Sex doesn’t really occur with eighty tea lights and a thick white rug. Sex is ugly and loud and frequently awkward, sex is excellent and breathtaking and when you wake up the next morning, you’re the exact same person. There’s not some magical connection with the person in bed beside you. Believe it or not, pregnancy isn’t some kind of punishment - but practice safe sex, get tested, don’t spread your germs around. They want to tell you, “Sex can ruin you” and I’ve heard that a lot as a little girl, that some boy would join me under my sheets and then dump me four days after, used, unhappy.

But I figured out that I’m not a fucking toy. Letting someone have sex with me is not letting them “use” me, because I’m not an object. My father said the issue lay in the fact “Men are insecure and need to know that they’re the best you ever had,” but I think that’s a steaming crock of absolute-wrong and if I didn’t tell the people I’m with how many others I’d slept beside, there would be literally no way for them to know my number, because I don’t rust, I don’t wear out, I don’t get bruised. I’m not a wilting fruit, I don’t go rotten.

But here’s the thing: some people connect sex and emotion. I don’t personally because I am probably secretly an ice storm in disguise, but I still respect my partner’s desires. If they’re the type to want love and sex to coincide, I let them. I don’t make fun, I don’t pull one-night-stands or friends-with-benefits, because it’s not their “reputation” I’m afraid for: it’s their heart I’m defending.

Here’s the thing: Instead of worrying about people’s “purity” and how it defines them as a person, worry instead about how you can protect other people’s emotions.

Because here’s the thing: look around your room and spot the virgins. Look harder. You can’t tell. Sex doesn’t alter people, it doesn’t make them act in a certain way nor dress in a certain manner. Sex and personality have nothing to do with each other. There’s a reason that virginity doesn’t show on someone’s face: because having sex doesn’t cause you to change.

"I lost my virginity to a boy I didn’t even love…" /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

Reblogged from 13thsongbird (Originally from inkskinned)

We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed
Los Campesinos!

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this gifset is very important.

Forget Dad dancing, Matt is Grandad dancing…

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Reblogged from sunshine-phoenix (Originally from forgivenalwaysandcompletely)


tsingy de bemaraha national park, a unesco world heritage site in western madagascar, is home to lemurs who, with thick pads on their hands and feet, navigate this six hundred square kilometer labyrinth of three hundred foot tall razor sharp limestone pillars.

photographer stephen alvarez (previously featured) remarked, “it’s an unbelievable experience to watch them [as] they jump like acrobats from the sharp pinnacles” — a feat made more remarkable given the vast chasm bellow.

in the malagasy language, tsingy means “where one cannot walk barefoot,” and alvarez noted that that given the difficulty of the terrain, it takes an entire day to walk half a mile.

nearly impenetrable, the area is described as a refuge within paradise. lemurs, like ninety percent of the species in madagascar, are endemic to the island, and thanks to the isolation of the refuge have evolved into tsingy’s eleven distinct species, including the decken’s sifaka seen here.

Reblogged from thereiscomfort-in-the-sound (Originally from awkwardsituationist)

S, J, X, O (:


So I thought this would be a fun thing, but it’s actually really difficult.
Okay, let’s see….

S: Sushiii. I found out I like sushi when I was like 18 or 19, thanks to this guy I was seeing at the time. My parents are not adventurous eaters.

J: Java…couldn’t think of anything else. Also I have an addiction to caffine. Gotta have my cup of coffee every day.

X: Really? X? Gaaaaah. Okay after some thinking…XO by Fall Out Boy.

O: Opal, my favorite stone.


twenty one pilots cølor palettes

Reblogged from thereiscomfort-in-the-sound (Originally from no-dun-intended)



Put a letter from A-Z in my ask and I’ll tell you 1 thing I love which starts with that letter.


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teacher: don't bullshit this essay
me: i'm gonna bullshit this essay
Reblogged from thereiscomfort-in-the-sound (Originally from newborninfant-deactivated201211)


you all deserve someone who isnt embarrassed to love you and tells all their friends about you and saves your selfies, good and bad to look at when they miss you and loses sleep to talk to you and tells you how much they love you. i hope you all find that!!

Reblogged from hippie-punk (Originally from depresant)

When I get home from work today after 2, someone message me and force me to work on my journals for my World Religions class. They have to be done in nine days…fuck I didn’t even realize. So I have to do at least one every day now.

We’re all kind of weird and twisted and drowning.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via armageddonscheme)

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