welcome to dover beach

unthriftylovelinesss:

There’s a little of Chandler in all of us… 

bigbardafree:

you know that stage you went through where you hated being a girl and you just resented yourself and everything having to do with girly things because you were so sick of pink and barbies being pushed on you so you like full force rejected that shit and you were just so full of hate and vitriol at anything even the slightest bit “girly” yeah gender norms will fuck you up

But your best friend is still your best friend. Even from half a world away. Distance can’t sever that connection. Best friends are the kind of people who can survive anything. And when best friends see each other again, after being separated by half a world and more miles than you think you can bear, you pick up right where you left off. After all, that’s what best friends do.
(via scumburg)

brarakat:

my eyes have been opened

sophisticatedsarcasm:

this is important

sophisticatedsarcasm:

this is important

Don’t talk to yourself in such a way that if you did so to a friend, it would end your friendship.

If you had a friend dealing with the same things, you wouldn’t berate that person, say, ‘You’re not working hard enough,’ ‘You suck,’ or ‘You’re not as good as [whomever].’ You’d offer your friend encouragement, you’d try to point out all the things your friend did right, and how much progress your friend had made.

You should do no less for yourself.

Be very careful how you talk to yourself. Because you are listening.
Pat Cadigan, author  (via elauxe)

argea:

goryamos:

Tatyana Fazlalizadeh’s Street Art Confronts Sexual Harassment

i saw this in LA 

travelingcolors:

Silent Alley, Verona | Italy (by Tomasz Podhalański)