Beauty privilege is very real. None of us are imagining it, and if we aren’t born genetic lottery winners, our only option is to compensate with style, grace, and charm. Of course, none of that shit comes cheap. That’s kind of the whole point. It’s all meant to be aspirational and exclusionary. We’re supposed to feel depressed by our skin, agitated by our bodies, and anxious about our invisibility. That’s the insidious subtlety of social control.

The worst part is that we know in our rational minds that it’s all bullshit, and yet we’re still plagued with self-loathing when we can’t live up to unattainable beauty standards. No matter how much self-acceptance we achieve, we can still look in the mirror and instantly catalog all the things about ourselves that we don’t think measure up. It’s maddening. It makes us feel like hypocrites even though it’s not our hypocrisy.

i hate packing

17yr:

woah calm down im just trying to date your dad

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#jeanne  

grimelords:

Making out with a person for the first time is the coolest thing and the second coolest thing is driving home and getting aware of all the parts of your face where they were and tasting their lip balm on your lips. The third coolest thing is outer space.

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Andrew and Emma photobombing each other ♥

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lipstickstainedlove:

Jake Johnson & Damon Wayans Jr for Maxim September 2014

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idioticteen:

harrystyls:

what is white culture

clapping after an airplane lands

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mymissus:

Every goal ever.

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silverspringsgold:

"Her Rhiannon in those days was like an exorcism.” - Mick Fleetwood

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#jeanne  

I think you’re 14 and you’re an idiot. You took a roofie from a priest. Look at your life, look at your choices.

like what the fuck? do i have a vitamin deficiency? am i a peach?

i feel like i’m always healing. and i don’t mean that in a ~*~namaste~*~ kind of way. i mean that lately i’ve felt like there’s always some ailment i’m waiting to get over. either i pulled my neck or i bruised my hip or i burned the roof of my mouth or whatever. i’m never at 100% and it’s exhausting. 

i’m covered in bruises and zits and there’s a scab on my lip from where i accidentally bit it and i feel like i look like a meth head and i don’t want to go to work and have people look at me