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[autistme]

I FUCKING KNEW AMD WAS TO BLAME

[agirlwithglam]

[newwavesylviaplath]

[dollyiia]

[xo-myloves]

I’d pin him against a wall and fuck him 💋🖤

[d3cayingdolly]

nothing in the world belongs to me but my love, mine, all mine

(my pinterest <3)

[huellitaa]

the world is yours, literally 💭🎀🧁

so if you've been on this side of tumblr or any girly self improvement etc. side of social media, there's a high chance you've discovered the statement "you are the creator of your own reality" or "the world is yours" or something along those lines at some point. it sounds so far fetched when you first hear it, without any thought going into its true meaning, but the reason this is used so much is because it is true.

we are our lives. you are the world around you. everything in our lives is intrinsically entwined in ways we can't explain and the biggest connection out of all of them is us and life. it sounds obvious and self explanatory, sure, but when you think of it on a deeper level and dig into the complexity of the notion, like most things, you'll find it holds a lot stronger of a stance in your life.

have you ever noticed how so many metaphors for your life and bettering yourself reference and relate to nature and the world? "treat urself like garbage and the flies will come”, “water your own garden before anyone else’s”, “the darker the night, the brighter the stars”, “needing good roots to grow", they all relate to the sun and the sky and the sea and the world and the ground we stand on. they all relate to earth.

have you ever noticed how when people free themselves from bad situations, their reality and their world around them seems to get better too? how it seems to shift along with them?

because we are our world. every building we've built, every concept we've invented, every life we've created and every life we've lost, everything on this earth down to the last blade of grass was once nothing, but once we began to discover and create and flourish and bloom (see, the analogy still stands even there), the world grew along with us, and still is every day.

in truth, the world is in no set way, shape or form. it is not a singular entity. that's why your life can be remade and reshaped so easily within the blink of an eye (but that's for another time) because the world you know is solely your reality. that's the reason everybody has a different perception of you just as you do them, the reason why we have separate interests, conflicting outlooks, the list goes on.

the more we grow, so does our world, and our reality. you've seen how many people have changed and grown and gotten happier and healthier and only kept on going when they finally began to step up and better themselves, how their world changed along with them. because us and the world are one and the same.

the most important thing i'd like you to ask yourself is how do you treat the world? how do you view the world? and how do you treat and view yourself? are there any particular differences? similarities? anything that stands out? what is the world to you?

all my love... 💬🎀🫶🏻💗

[thatdeshigirl]

we need to talk more about the SOUND of rain likeee the slight patters or the heavy showers and the sound of raindrops on tin or other surfaces and the SWEET MELODY OH MY GOD

[urfavcvntx]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.

[terribleandcruel]

my girls

[therockstarsmuse]

[normalgirl3ra]

[hystericwaif]

[newwavesylviaplath]

sometimes you're allowed to be delusional!! sometimes you're allowed to tell yourself you're pretty enough to pull at least one logan variant!!

[lanalover2010]

What did you do last night ? part 1

A question idk how to answer. Let's be real, nobody really asks that question because people honestly probably don’t care enough it;s really just formalities. My answer “Nothing really” It's the “really” part that gets people wondering. Like no i'm not so close with you that i'm gonna divulge what i do in the nighttime bc that's girl time. But when i do like someone I share. I went of pinterest saving pins about my future new york apartment with hannah. I read wattpad until 2 am. An the wattpad book I read changed the innermost working in my brain but the writer fell off so i ended up reading a spinoff that wasn’t nearly as good. I thought about how women are perceived for their looks more then their brains but how I still put more work into my appearance than i do my homework. Well, at 2 am after reading a book a bout an alcoholic and drug addict girl that was really just fucked in the head I went downstairs and stole my grandparents vodka. I would say it scared me that I was related to her, but it didn't scare me. I thought about what it would be like to smoke a cigarette and a second later what it would be like to die. I feel like Sylvia Plath sometimes. I think I'm just slowly descending into madness. She mad it longer than I probably will. 34 i think. That a big number to serious to adult i hope i don't make it to far where my age starts to sound like an adult. I want to get out of this small town. I was made for the big city. Mama might think I'm bluffing but I'm not ill leave one day. Just wait. Why does she care what i think so much why does anyone care what i want to do with my own life so much? Its my life after all. I think about what it would be like if me and him were super close and we told each other our innermost secrets over a joint at her house but it won't be like that because i am me and he is him. I think about the need to be a somebody. I can’t be a nobody. I won't. I think about home I could have a mental illness like her. I'm already seeing the signs. Oh well that would make me somebody they would remember me then. They would also remember me if I offered myself but that's just the easy way out. I have too many people to prove wrong. I listen to Lana and relate myself to every single one of her songs. Sometimes I think she saved me, other times she helps me find comfort in my sadness. I think about how i was made to be lusted over and not to be actually loved. By a man at least. Hannah loves me. She gets me u know.

[maras-cutiecorner]

Me when I remember that:

Castiel loved Dean. Even after he was brutally carved by the sharp teeth of his anger, left to die by his pride

An anger so blinding, so destructive in its truth. A betrayal passed down from the first father. The anger of a forsaken child

He traded in his heavenly mission, his infinite divinity, his army and glory for the simple pleasure of being Dean's, his companion

Cas didn't care what he was to Dean as long as he was something, anything to him. He found happiness in the most simple act of allowing what Dean had meant for him to be said and heard

And despite it all

To Castiel, he is still beautiful, still Dean Winchester

- BYB