"Come what may, I won’t abandon you or leave you behind. Cause love is a loyalty sworn not a burning for a moment. Come what may, I will be standing right here by your side. I won’t run, even when the weight of the storm getting worse and there’s no end in sight."
— The Weight, Thrice (via kvtes)


retrogradeworks:

I love to see children who are so delicate and gentle with animals.  It warms my heart amidst a sea of brats pulling cats’ tails and getting whacked.

Also JESUS THAT’S A SNUGGLY CHICKEN.


i want that hair tho

i want that hair tho


sadhacker:

i love physical touch.  like not even kissing and stuff just like.  sitting next to each other with our arms touching or our legs overlapping or walking next to each other with our arms brushing i love knowing im real i love existing with people i love it


Also Europe is so expensive I want to cry.. 


All French people are beautiful lol


boodlicious:

forcing your pets to spend time with you by closing the door

all day everyday :( 

luuvv miii



same

same



nearlyhuman:

blacktshirtcampaign:

Ethical Review: OBEY Sweater

Rating: A

Pros: Goes with everything, always looks fresh-out-of-the-dryer, flattering fit.

Cons: The fabric on the sleeves isn’t super comfortable - but it’s not really itchy, either. Other than that? Well, it’s tempting to wear 5 days in a row… kind of a con…

I really do wear this too much. The thing is, it’s JUST saucy enough to be intriguing, but not so saucy that it looks like you’re desperate for attention. I wear it with long skirts, jeans, leggings - boots, flats, heels - you name it and I’ve done it (and loved it.) 

I’m not sure you can tell from the photos, but the fabric is kind of rough and raw - which adds an extra layer of appeal to the animal-print sleeves, and makes it look and feel more mature than animal-prints sometimes do. 

Starting a new ethical fashion review segment over on my anti-labor trafficking project’s tumblr - go check it out + follow + reblog!


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HIGH SCHOOL



This is how to run a stick of Chapstick
down the black boxes on your scantron
so the grading machine skips the wrong
answers. This is how to honor roll. Hell,
this is how to National Honor Society.
This is being voted “Most Likely to Marry
for Money” or “Talks the Most, Says the
Least” for senior superlatives. This is
stepping around the kids having panic
attacks in the hallway. This is being the
kid having a panic attack in the hallway.
This is making the A with purple moons
stamped under both eyes. We had to try.
This is telling the ACT supervisor you have
ADHD to get extra time. Today, the average
high school student has the same anxiety
levels as the average 1950’s psychiatric
patient. We know the Pythagorean theorem
by heart, but short-circuit when asked
“How are you?” We don’t know. We don’t
know. That wasn’t on the study guide.
We usually know the answer, but rarely
know ourselves.

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HIGH SCHOOL By Blythe Baird (via blythebrooklyn)