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Living life on the wild side.
I like things. Like people, linguistics, the concept of pretty, yoga, sport, veganism, sustainability, lots and lots of music, and life.
I might seem sweet but fuck you.
smartgirlsattheparty:

millika:

Who’s Alex?
Billboard demonstrating gender stereotypes as most people automatically assume that Alex is the boy.

YES!

smartgirlsattheparty:

millika:

Who’s Alex?

Billboard demonstrating gender stereotypes as most people automatically assume that Alex is the boy.

YES!

justyouraveragedesi:

Please stop complaining about people’s thick accents. They learned an entire language, allowing them to communicate with you; the least you could do is respect that.

My dentist once told me that letting go is like pulling a tooth. When it was pulled out, you’re relieved, but how many times does your tongue run itself over the spot where the tooth once was? Probably a hundred times a day. Just because it wasn’t hurting you doesn’t mean you didn’t notice it. It leaves a gap and sometimes you see yourself missing it terribly. It’s going to take a while, but it takes time. Should you have kept the tooth? No, because it was causing you so much pain. Therefore, move on and let go.

clovette:

peetatoast:

shakeyourbuddah:

notkorra:

#that’s a fucking deep dentist visit

is your dentist also your therapist?

Your dentist should quit being a dentist and become a philosopher

my dentist just tells me i need to floss more

lovelyandbrown:

opsidian:

lovelyandbrown:

Malia and Sasha done convinced Mrs. O to do it for the vine.

I swore it was turn down, but yaaaas First Lady

she’s holding a turnip. lol.

burritolover97:

eyebrow game strong? more like eyeBAG game strong. i’m fucking exhausted. haha lol

pastelmichaels:

a strong female character is one who is defined by her own characteristics, history and personality, and not solely by the actions or needs of other characters. she is a person in the story, not a prop. x

"I am more than a number
but this term, my GPA tells me I’m a 3.2.
Spend all your afternoons studying,
who cares, it wasn’t fucking good enough in the end.

I am more than a number
but this weekend at the mall I was a size 8.
The jeans cut off circulation to my legs
but who cares, I’d lose limbs to stay thin.

I am more than a number
but yesterday afternoon I was a big, red 70 on my paper.
I couldn’t find time to study between my tears
but who cares, break down in the girls’ bathroom and get back to class,
who cares, mental health never meant shit to anyone.

I am more than a number
but next week I will be ranked top 10 in my grade.
Everyone will look at me like I’m a genius, like I’ve broken the barriers of human intellect,
they will say “you don’t even study, you’re so smart”
who cares that you’ve had daily anxiety attacks since school started a month ago, who fucking cares you’ve dedicated the best four years of your life to this shithole so you could get out and live the next sixty in this bitter world with a few extra bucks at hand,
who fucking cares.

I am more than a number
but right now I am sixteen 10 and 2.
I am 12 years of standardized test grades and a GPA out of 4.0
I am nothing but broken attempts to be what they want me to be.
I am endless hours of studying and countless tears.
God forbid you ever know my name."
I can never be good enough, no matter how hard I try. // k.c.w. (via dreamingtravesty)
person: but what if your parents had aborted YOU
me: well okay for starters i wouldn't have been forced to hear that stupid ass comment you just made

approvinqly:

food tastes better when you took it from someone

"I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give - except for a rare few."
— Katie Kacvinsky (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
"When the creative impulse sweeps over you, grab it. You grab it and honor it and use it, because momentum is a rare gift."
— Justina Chen, North of Beautiful (via observando)