So I was at Target with my dad when I wondered around and saw this…
Its Ryan Fucking Gosling on a Diary … It even says stuff inside it
IT GETS BETTER
THIS DIARY ACTUALLY WANTS TO LISTEN TO YOU AND HEAR ABOUT YOUR DAY.
IT ALSO GIVES YOU ITS OWN BUBBLE TO WRITE YOUR OWN COMPLIMENT YO YOURSELF.
you miss childhood so much you try dressing like you would if you were seven again. sneakers and frilly socks. big t-shirts and messy hair, because you’ve stopped caring about perfect hair. you don’t mind getting your knees dirty or scabs on your shins. those pains don’t make you flinch. those pains don’t talk to you at night. those pains don’t hurt like the hurt you’ve really felt. the type of hurt that can’t be pin pointed or fixed with copious amounts of Neosporin. you don’t worry about how you’ll feel in the morning until the morning comes. you bite the skin off the tips of your fingers like your aiming for the bone. because the stress and pain hits you bone deep. bone deep. its almost romantic sounding. but isn’t being so broken such a romantic thing anymore? sad music doesn’t even phase you. its all you know. instrumentals lined with tiny violins and crying cellos. you lay back in the grass and close your eyes. you try forgetting about the city surrounding you. the heat rises from the pavement and grips your lungs like my hands grip the small of your neck. the sun beats down on you like you owe it money. but you don’t sweat. this is the small stuff. ice coffee and a bagel with cream cheese. start your day happy. fall apart at the end. repeat. things get better. then they get worse. three months of total bliss for three months of total shit. thats the way life works right? it always gets better though. be still.
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For all those bad body image days- “you will never look like the girl in the magazine, the girl in the magazine doesn’t look like the girl in the magazine!”
I just watched this over and over because lately I’m having a lot of body image issues and I don’t remind myself enough that my body is ok and unique.
We gonna ignore the fact they’re making her whiter too?
yeah what the fuck
if you close your eyes right before the train hits, your brain will think that you have died. some people find calmness in this.
I always reblog this I just love it so much
I can never open my eyes after this, i really feel like im dead and i feel so peaceful and happy
it’s just so peaceful
♡ I want blood, guts and chocolate cake ♡
German guy confused by the meaning of “Party Pooper”.
this is my favourite thing on the internet
Balloons are so weird… “happy birthday, here’s a plastic sack of my breath”
November 22nd 1963: JFK assassinated
On this day in 1963 in Dallas, Texas, the President of the United States John F. Kennedy was shot and killed. Also injured was Texas Governor John B. Connally who was in the motorcade with the President. Kennedy was killed by a shot to the head, and was pronounced dead at hospital at 1pm. Conspiracy theories persist as to who the killer was, but the common story is that it was Lee Harvey Oswald. Oswald never stood charge as he was killed by Jack Ruby whilst in custody two days later. Vice President Lyndon B. Johnson was sworn in as President aboard Air Force One hours after the assassination. Kennedy’s assassination devastated the world, as he was symbol of hope and optimism in a troubled time.
50 years ago today