kerrywashingten:

[5/15] Relationships

↳ Jess Mariano & Rory Gilmore

You’re ready. And I’m ready. I’m ready for this. You can count on me now. I know you couldn’t count on me before, but you can now. You can. Look, you know we’re supposed to be together. I knew it the first time I saw you two years ago, and you know it, too. I know you do.”

deodrant:

i dont understand how some fries can be longer than the average potato


Midtown intersection, NYC.
Watching the pace and flow of New York City from above is amazing. The constant stream of yellow taxis lining the avenues, the waves of pedestrians hurriedly crossing with the change of traffic signals, little figures disappearing into and emerging from the subway stations, the chorus of honking horns and sirens. It’s all so rhythmic and strangely soothing to watch.
Navid Baraty

Midtown intersection, NYC.

Watching the pace and flow of New York City from above is amazing. The constant stream of yellow taxis lining the avenues, the waves of pedestrians hurriedly crossing with the change of traffic signals, little figures disappearing into and emerging from the subway stations, the chorus of honking horns and sirens. It’s all so rhythmic and strangely soothing to watch.

Navid Baraty

corrupted-teens:

Do you ever feel people staring at you and you like forget how to walk

"I already saw that on Tumblr."
literally everything (via beccaliving)

jmrichards:

laughingsquid:

A Tour of the British Isles in Accents

THIS IS MY NEW FAVOURITE THING.
I MUST MEMORIZE THEM ALL.

"‎’Slut’ is attacking women for their right to say yes. ‘Friend Zone’ is attacking women for their right to say no."
And “bitch” is attacking women for their right to call you on it.  (via madgay)
poshprepster:

The Great Gatsby

This by far was the most well planned out scene layout and my favorite.

poshprepster:

The Great Gatsby

This by far was the most well planned out scene layout and my favorite.

Via
Canon CanoScan LiDE 110
"When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. And then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty. The world teaches you that the way you exist in it is disgusting — you watch boys cringe backward in your dorm room when you talk about your period, blue water pretending to be blood in a maxi pad commercial. It is little things, and it is constant. In a food court in a mall, after you go to the gynecologist for the first time, you and your friend talk about how much it hurts, and over her shoulder you watch two boys your age turn to look at you and wrinkle their noses: the reality of your life is impolite to talk about. The world says that you don’t have a right to the space you occupy, any place with men in it is not yours, you and your body exist only as far as what men want to do with it. At fifteen, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. At almost thirty, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met still somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. They are children. They are children."
Stevie Nicks  (via swaggykoenig)