Smile for today because yesterday is gone and tomorrow may never come.

 

yertheest:

barca-forever:

look at this gif just look

messi is just like me when im at party where i dont know anyone

yertheest:

barca-forever:

look at this gif just look

messi is just like me when im at party where i dont know anyone

micdotcom:

Powerful portraits of the Liberians who beat Ebola

To help humanize the overwhelming statistics, Pulitzer Prize-winning photographer and senior staff photographer at Getty Images, John Moore, visited an Ebola treatment center of the organization, Doctors Without Borders in Paynesville, Liberia. At the treatment center, survivors spoke about the brothers, sisters, husbands and wives they lost due to the disease. They also spoke of recovery, stigmas they continue to face in their villages and renewed hope.

How i treat all the relationships i pursue

clarknokent:

• I want you, I don’t need you, so if you’re disrespectful i’ll check you no hesitation.
• Once we’re together i’m committed everyone else is irrelevant.
• I’m gonna support, encourage, advise, and help you the best I can.
• I’m gonna be honest even if it hurts

cityofathena:

honk-honk-its-gamzee:

moistchunkyslurp:

annabellebanna:

omg i am laughing so hard at the Miss Universe costume category

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you got poland lookin nice

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Namibia workin it

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Costa Rica goin big, what did you expect

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Haiti fuckin rockin it

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Great Britain got damn

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Switzerland hell yeah

and then

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….Miss USA.

we had to be a fucking transformer

is this real life

reblogging this again just to add
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canada HAD TO BE a fuckign mountie are you kidding me

but did you guys see this: 

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DAMN MÉXICO

mysmilingsunshine:

amelou:

cool-glasses-kyle:

markmejia:

High School Fashion, 1969

What a trip.

Wow these photos are stunning

Some of these outfits are the raddest things I’ve ever seen.

The girl in the third pic reminds me of holly from the lovely bones

(Source: the-point-of-sanity)

In the end, I wanted to wake up sea foam.
I didn’t want these legs anymore that carry me
uselessly from house to house, searching for lost love.
I wore dresses that covered up the pale lengths,
in sea greens and azure blues, wove seashells into hair
and sang on a rock. None of it did any good.

Once, I would have died for you. I changed, I did,
and all just for one kiss, one touch, should it have burned
so much? I miss cool scales, the constant wet embrace,
the skittering tips of tsunami. While you
were out catching fish, with your tangled nets,
I was watching you, wishing for a different body, one to
entangle you.

It never did me any good. So I will wait for the ocean’s promise:
that once again I will end up on this beach, disintegrate,
spatter away into the essences of salt, sand, earth.
A waste of skin and scale, but at least once again
I will be part of the dance, the maternal water
carrying me home.

Jeannine Hall Gailey, "The Little Mermaid Has No Regrets," from She Returns to the Floating World (via elucipher)

(Source: lifeinpoetry)

thisisafemblog:

spockdoesntconcur:

Cosmetics companies = billions and billions of dollars of profits for men from the pockets of women.

To the shits writing that men don’t own the beauty and cosmetics industry. It’s men profiting off women’s insecurities.