(via gaytectives)Source: alwayshallbeyours
It seems that every time I think I might have something special with someone, something happens that crushes my hopes and leaves me alone or friendzoned all over again. Am I too much the best friend type or something? Too much like a sibling? I don’t know. Maybe eventually things will work out for me, but right now I wonder why I bother. I make a wish every time it hits 11:11, 1:11, 2:22, etc, for things to change, but maybe it will take a long, long time. I’m happy with most other aspects of my life, but in this aspect I remain lonely. Maybe someday I won’t be though.
This is one of the most inspirational stories ever.
Oh. My. God.
Is this a true story??
holy shit I didnt know that
This is too amazing to NOT reblog, so inspiring.
That is amazing.
(via alouettecosplay)Source: inlovewithafictionalcharacter
This is the main reason for my general annoyance with lack of size regulation in the fashion industry…
men’s pants are labeled by waist and inseam measurement. women’s pants are labeled by voodoo. even though i do not buy women’s pants, i can recognize this as objectively dumb.
THE NOTES ON THIS
because i can’t stress this enough. this is why i don’t let the numbers get to me. as jumpingjacktrash so eloquently said “women’s pants are labeled by voodoo.”
so when boys make fun of girls taking forever to shop and trying everything on
WE FUCKING HAVE TO OR NOTHING WILL FIT
…”Women’s pants are labeled by voodoo”
(via everyonessweetdreams)Source: strawberriesandabs