gap:

Styld.by Spring ‘14
Photographer Emily Blincoe goes all blue with a vintage western shirt and deconstructed Gap jeans.
See her full look on Styld.by. 

girlgrowingsmall:

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spookytheford:

did-you-kno:

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Oh god thank fucking christ.

I usually don’t reblog these, but I feel like some of my followers could probably use the reassurance. I definitely have these kinds of thoughts sometimes.

so i’m not crazy for randomly thinking such thoughts? what a relief!

Edgar Allan Poe had a name for it too: The Imp of the Perverse. he compared the impulses to a demon that urges people to do the wrong thing simply because it can be done

The compulsion to jump from high places is called “l’appel du vide" in French. The call of the void. I think it’s specific to that one instance, but I think it’s a cool phrase for this phenomenon in general.
I think about this with random sharp objects laying around, too. “What if I just jammed this into my eye or throat right now? … oh god WHAT.” Just… fucking christ, brain. Don’t.

Reblogging this again because most people don’t/never know how normal these thoughts are, and that can be a major source of stress. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just, you know, don’t follow through on that shit.
liddobonesss:

theweedteacher:

If this isn’t on your blog, you’re tumbling wrong

oh my god.

bbodyrock:

Do you ever feel like someone doesn’t want to be friends with you anymore? They don’t have to say anything, you just know. They talk to other people more than you, take hours to reply to your texts instead of minutes, constantly make plans with other people and hardly ask you to hang out. All along you know it isn’t gonna end well but you still have that sliver of hope. And that one day, they ignore you completely. And you know, you finally have to accept, you were right.

(via crooked-young)


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pansoph:

pansoph:

i went to a party and put 3 whole loaves of sliced bread all around the house i put bread under the kid’s pillow and in all 3 of his bathrooms, in his rugby shorts and the breast pocket of his school shirt, on his roof and his neighbor’s roof, in his couch and on his tv i’m laughing so hard he’s going to wake up hungover tomorrow and be like why the fuck is there bread everywhere 

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i’m pissing myself

jesus christ

(via no-ifer)


unhazed:

do you ever listen to a song and remember exactly what life was like when you first heard it

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