I think the people we love become like pieces of us. Extensions of our hearts in a way. And when they leave or when they die, we die somehow too. We are rendered less than what we originally were. Part of our soul is permanently destroyed. Some amount of our heart and spirit is forever lost to grief and mourning, no matter how much time passes. We will always long for the sweetness, the beauty and the life that once was, even long after our tears have stopped falling.
― Feel Good Ache (via feelgoodache)

destispell:

men: rape jokes hahaha! beating women haha! lol make me a sandwich wh*re! put on makeup fugly! hahaha!

women: those aren’t funny.

men: lighten up, it’s a joke wow must be on her period women are so emotional lol

women: i drink the tears of men, haha!

men: hOW DARE YOU. HOW DARE YOU PROMOTE THE SUFFERING OF US MEN? DO YOU KNOW WHAT WE HAVE DONE FOR YOU? YOU WOULD BE NOTHING WITHOUT US. THATS NOT FUNNY AT ALL

beauty on the inside doesn’t get you free drinks

urbvnoutfitter:

the-altar:

grebnesieh:

Grab her booty in front of dudes who want her.

Grab her booty in front of women who want you.

Grab her booty