shortbutsopassionate:

Broadway is just so important. It’s like the stories and corners for outcasts and misfits and people looking for somewhere to be enchanted by life. The music and the words and the choreography and the sets and costumes - it’s all magic. It’s pure magic and I’m so lucky to have found it and I don’t understand how anyone could find fault in a community literally catering to people who need a place like this.

browngirlblues:

her-name-is-wena:

browngirlblues:

I hate it when men make unsolicited comments about a woman’s body. Like “she’s got a nice shape but she needs to tighten up her stomach”

How about you tighten up your lips and never speak again you ignorant shit.

Wow maybe you need to accept constructive criticism jesus christ.

Men telling me (or any other woman) what I need to do for them to find me sexually attractive is not constructive criticism.

The hardest period in life is one’s twenties. It’s a shame because you’re your most gorgeous, and you’re physically in peak condition. But it’s actually when you’re most insecure and full of self-doubt. When you don’t know what’s going to happen, it’s frightening.

Helen Mirren, quoted in Esquire’s “What I’ve Learned” (via psych-facts)

Build Me Up Buttercup

radtracks:

build me up buttercup // the foundations

why do you build me up, buttercupbaby
just to let me down and mess me around?
and then worst of all, you never call, baby
when you say you will, but i love you still
i need you more than anyone, darlin’
you know that i have from the start
so build me up, buttercup, don’t break my heart

bustysaintclair:

Kids please don’t think that it’s unusual or special to be dating someone with whom you can watch netflix and eat pizza and hold hands and also have hot sex with

It concerns me when I see millions of notes on a post that’s like “fuck me hard but also be sweet with me”

Like what kinds of relationships are you in that you think this is a revolutionary thing to ask

the-dick-lord-levi:

So we have an Italian exchange student at our school. And he and I were hanging out and he saw a pony, and he tried to show me but he didn’t know what it was called so he just pointed at it and said “Look, the compressed horse.” 

And then he just grinned at his complete understanding of the English language.  

More and more I found myself at a loss for words and didn’t want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.

The Paris Wife (Paula McLain)