this picture explains me lol


i think broken people love the deepest

(via flamingho3s)


click here to enter into a teenage boys mind
I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has. -Unknown (via barbieandken)

(Source: psych-facts, via hazardouscuriosity)




Amanda shares: Last week while in the grocery store, our 5 yr old daughter Macy, home from Ethiopia almost three years, grabbed the latest issue of “O” magazine off the rack and yells, “MOMMA, LOOK! THIS LADY HAS BIG HAIR JUST LIKE ME!”. Made me (and everyone else in line) giggle. Love that my girl is proud of her big, free hair!
Representation in the media matters!!!


what a sweet moment.



emotional abuse is when someone does something to hurt you, and when you express your feelings, that you’re upset, they turn it around to be something you did to hurt them and they force you to apologize for it, and your feelings, like always, are rendered invalid and silenced, forever damaging the ability to trust others with your feelings because they always are used against you.

this is important because so many people don’t know this

(via effortlessly-eccentric)


its weird how different your life could be if people found you more or less attractive

(Source: stability, via hate)