marathemara:

alexisturtle:

10000bc:

since abercrombie an fitch destroys its unsold clothes and wont donate bc poor people wearing their clothes gives them a bad image i say everyone should donate as much abercrombie and fitch brand clothing that you have to homeless shelters so you can simultaneously piss off a shitty company and help those in need

why doesn’t this have more notes?

signal boost

(via onedirection-makes-me-beautiful)

‏@real_liam_payne well dicks is not actually swearing in america its a big sports superstore and dick is also the name of many many men

(via louzzayn)

because zayn likes to touch niall’s stomach

(Source: liampaynne, via louzzayn)

whispersintherain:

What happened to telling someone that they’re beautiful?

Now, all we call people are “whores,” “sluts,” “bitches,” like it’s a compliment. We hear those words, and our mind filters them into the “true” category. Someone may say “you’re ugly!” as a joke, but subconsiously, we believe them. And soon, we start telling ourselves that we

whispersintherain:

My life has been shattered into dozens of jagged pieces of guilt, shame, deceit, regret, pain, sadness, lies, loss, hypocrisy, selfishness, addiction, denial, fear, and despair. 

whispersintherain:

and every night
she whispers into the dark-
nothingness that surrounds her
“there is a reason for my suffering,
a reason for my pain”
and she prays that God hears her prayers
and doesn’t let the morning come.

my theme song :) aha

whispersintherain:

it’s friday friday gotta blog on friday
everybody’s looking forward to the weekend
it’s friday friday gotta blog on friday
everybody’s looking forward to the weekend.
tumblring and-blogging yeah!
tumblring and-blogging yeah!
fun fun fun fun!
looking forward to the weekend.

whispersintherain:

i’m running
running for my child
whose life was shortened
in a school shooting tragedy
i’m running
running for her
i hope she’s looking down smiling
and proud saying ‘that’s my daddy’
i’m running
running and i’m almost there
the finish line is in sight
almost
there
boom
i’m running
…

whispersintherain:

momma dont you cry
your baby’s alright;
daddy it’s okay
i’m finally safe;
brother don’t be scared
for i’m watching you up here;
sister don’t you worry
i know i left in a hurry–
but don’t you see?
God needed me.
please don’t shed a tear
i’m happier here;
please don’t be mad
i promise…