I fucking love traveling

Megan Elizabeth. 19. Portland/SoCal. Amnesty International. Hispanic Studies/History/Something Humanities major.


Dwayne: "You know what? Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another. School, then college, then work... Fuck that. And fuck the Air Force Academy. If I want to fly, I'll find a way to fly. You do what you love, and fuck the rest."

theatrhythm:

spring here is basically the most mesmerizing fucking thing

(via portagingwestward)

“I wish you were in this room with me right now. I wish I could put my arms around you. I wish I could touch you.”

—   Her (2013)

(Source: larmoyante, via thewondermentwoods)

“It is illegal for women to go topless in most cities, yet you can buy a magazine of a woman without her top on at any 7-11 store. So, you can sell breasts, but you cannot wear breasts, in America.”

—   

Violet Rose (via c-icatrix)

This is one of my favorite quotes about sexualization/objectification vs autonomy of female bodies bc it’s so succinct

(via platonicsbeforeerotics)

(Source: screamingfemale, via 2fab4vous)


Dew Drops on Peony - Hanne Lore Koehler
vegan-yums:

Vegan Roasted Red Pepper Pasta (GF)
visualechoess:

Pia Toscano (via)

visualechoess:

Pia Toscano (via)

(via 69lly)

Degas’ photographs of his ballerinas

(Source: thesunflower23, via thewondermentwoods)

forthebrave:

Women of the World

Photos by Steve McCurry

(Source: soleil-de-matin, via itsokayhoney)

“Start ignoring people who threaten your joy.
Literally, ignore them.
Say nothing.
Don’t invite any parts of them into your space.”

—   Alex Elle (via allegorys)

(Source: alexandraelle, via thewondermentwoods)

asylum-art:

Logan Zillmer: Surreal photography

Michigan-based conceptual photographer Logan Zillmer brings surreal dream worlds to life in his imaginative blend of photography and digital manipulation.

(via lovelyavidity)

My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered

—   Hands: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)

(via yungbound)