your bra strap is showing please hide it because it is suggestive. also your boobs are producing lumps in your shirt please hide them. your butt is in the same situation please get rid of it. also your legs. your arms. your face.
I can see your feet and it’s very distracting and slightly arousing.
Faux pockets are an abomination. If you’re going to bother putting pocket flaps on something, add the G-d damn pockets.
And make the pockets deeper, you soulless bastards.
You know what’s attractive?
EVERYONE REBLOG THIS
On average, men’s pants have about 6 inch deep pockets.
IT’S 2013 AND WE STILL DON’T HAVE PANTS POCKETS EQUALITY
PANTS POCKETS EQUALITY!!!
This puts things into perspective.
“But then something happens, right there on that ordinary day. Maybe it’s only a kiss, a conversation, a song on the radio, something that makes you laugh, an incredible view. But you’re suddenly reminded how beautiful life can be. And when it does happen, it doesn’t matter to you how temporary life is, or whether or not your existence is in any way significant. All that matters is, for that instantaneous yet, eternal moment in time, you’re there to experience it.”
Headcanon: Maura convinces Jane to come over on a rainy afternoon to play Scrabble. Jane, who has been working up the courage to say “the L word”, gets a stroke of brazen creativity and spells out ILOVEYOU with tiles. Looking up from recording their scores, Maura glances down at Jane’s word and simply says. “Invalid play: ‘I love you’ is not one word.”
so she picks the tiles back up and tries again
“the blank is a question mark”
Poem “Tomboy” by Saveline.
This poem talks about the rejection this kind of girls have and the bad image the society has of them. Well, not all the people, but the majority, I think. I wrote it based on my own experience, because I’m also a Tomboy, and I’ve often gained some weird looks from a lot of people and after that, I’ve seen them whispering to each other without taking their eyes off me. And that hurts. A lot.
But it’s their problem if they don’t like who I am. It’s my life and I decide what to do with it. I’m the way I am and I’m proud of it, because it means I’m different, I’m special, and so we all are. Let’s be proud of being unique! :)
It’s my first time writing a poem in English, so I’m sorry for any grammar or vocabulary mistakes you can find.
Also, I’m sorry for the bad angle of the caption. I could’ve written it as a post, but then it wouldn’t have the fonts I wanted for this poem. So, yeah, that’s the reason.
See you soon, guys! <3