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My name is Lyanne. I love my life. 18. SFSU. Writer, artist, tea drinker, bacon lover.

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Idk what to say xD ahahahah this is so random

Who wears Docs to a ball game?! Haha

Who wears Docs to a ball game?! Haha

You know when boys do that thing where they lift your chin and ask for a kiss? I’ve been thinking about that a lot.

Ahhhhhhhh

bl-ossomed:

debosaurus:

manicpixiedreamskrillex:

trying-to-hide-the-pain:

cartgirl:

ohhhimjustagirl:

thinspocean:

still-moving-on:

m-isguidedghos-t:

Boys don’t understand the horrible view girls have of themselves
AMEN

Literally fml

I’ll always reblog this I think

I should show this to guys when they make comments.

no you dont understand how fucking accurate this is. 

The view if myself is the view that is the chub jest on my entire body

THE FACT THAT THIS IS CONCIDERED A AFUCKING HORRIBLE VIEW OF HOW GIRLS SEE THEMSELVES PISSES ME OFF AND MAKES ME WANT TO STAB MY BED OKAY
LADIES
LISTEN TO ME
YOU ARE FIRECRACKERS
YOU ARE A BLIZZARD
YOU ARE AN APOCALYPSE OF LOVE AND RAGE
YOU ARE NOT AND SHOULD NEVER BE DUMBED DOWN TO WHAT YOUR GODDAMN PERCENTAGE OF FAT TO MUSCLE IS 
YOU ARE BROKEN BONES AND SCRAPED KNEES AND THROATED SCREAMS AND YOU 
ARE
BEAUTIFUL
IF YOU LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
IF YOU DON’T LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
IF YOU THINK YOU LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL 
I AM SICK AND FUCKING TIRED OF SEEING WONDERFUL, SMART, TALENTED, WONDERFUL, BEAUTIFUL GIRLS HATING THEMSELVES BECAUSE OF AN UNREALISTIC EXPECTATION SET ON THEM AT A YOUNG AGE
YOU ARE PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE
OWN IT

I’ve reblogged this before but I never saw that comment and I’m actually crying omg


Fuck I’m crying

bl-ossomed:

debosaurus:

manicpixiedreamskrillex:

trying-to-hide-the-pain:

cartgirl:

ohhhimjustagirl:

thinspocean:

still-moving-on:

m-isguidedghos-t:

Boys don’t understand the horrible view girls have of themselves

AMEN

Literally fml

I’ll always reblog this I think

I should show this to guys when they make comments.

no you dont understand how fucking accurate this is. 

The view if myself is the view that is the chub jest on my entire body

THE FACT THAT THIS IS CONCIDERED A AFUCKING HORRIBLE VIEW OF HOW GIRLS SEE THEMSELVES PISSES ME OFF AND MAKES ME WANT TO STAB MY BED OKAY

LADIES

LISTEN TO ME

YOU ARE FIRECRACKERS

YOU ARE A BLIZZARD

YOU ARE AN APOCALYPSE OF LOVE AND RAGE

YOU ARE NOT AND SHOULD NEVER BE DUMBED DOWN TO WHAT YOUR GODDAMN PERCENTAGE OF FAT TO MUSCLE IS 

YOU ARE BROKEN BONES AND SCRAPED KNEES AND THROATED SCREAMS AND YOU 

ARE

BEAUTIFUL

IF YOU LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

IF YOU DON’T LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

IF YOU THINK YOU LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL 

I AM SICK AND FUCKING TIRED OF SEEING WONDERFUL, SMART, TALENTED, WONDERFUL, BEAUTIFUL GIRLS HATING THEMSELVES BECAUSE OF AN UNREALISTIC EXPECTATION SET ON THEM AT A YOUNG AGE

YOU ARE PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE

OWN IT

I’ve reblogged this before but I never saw that comment and I’m actually crying omg

Fuck I’m crying

(Source: lizbarfart, via banana-curves)

moan-s:

want to sleep with you

moan-s:

want to sleep with you

lionsandbaseball:

#bae #letsplaycatch #seriouslysomeoneplaycatchwithme #imisssittingbehindthedish

lionsandbaseball:

#bae #letsplaycatch #seriouslysomeoneplaycatchwithme #imisssittingbehindthedish

Delete his number.

Stop ringing him. Stop messaging him. Stop making excuses to see him, to drop by his place.

Erase his name from memory. Remove yourself from his life, more completely than you would like but as completely as he deserves. Move on, so that you can allow him to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see his face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about his lips, the warm glow of his skin when he rests next to you, or how he squeezes your hand in his sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of his cologne, that he only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that he loves you.

He loves you.

She has been in love with you for too long.

So, forget how he says your name. Forget how he calls your name. Forget how he screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and he stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in his lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how his hair feels in your fingers. Forget how he looks in your sweatshirts.

Forget him.

Know only that he existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that he could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of his life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let him stop investing emotionally in you. Let him pour that love and care into the people who deserve him.

Don’t tell him that you think about him all the time. Don’t tell him that it bothers you to hear about him with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as he likes you more than them. Don’t tell him that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. He shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.

Don’t tell him that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.

What you are telling him is that you want to keep him on as an option, that you are taking him for granted, that you want to know he will be there, that you can depend on him at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.

Doggedly loyal to you.

That is what he has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known him: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reach out to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than he does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?

He is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that his slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let him go, but you are afraid he is too good for you, that he could drive you wild, that you would choke on his flames. That he is too much for you to handle right now.

Right now.

But if you choose not to love him now, you can’t choose to love him later.

—(via 1112pm)

(Source: laurenhooper, via cdwg6)

uuuuggggghhhhh

why do i do this

why 

why

why

why do i put myself in these situations where i am constantly waiting, where i trap the butterflies in my stomach myself, where i get my hopes up and then let myself down, because my expectations are way too high.

and honestly these things aren’t even significant. and i shouldn’t even be thinking about these things this much.

this is why i hate liking people. i think way too much about everything.