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the-many-faults-in-our-stars:

pros of dating me

  • you can hold my hand whenever you want
  • you can cuddle with me whenever you want
  • you can kiss me whenever you want

cons of dating me

  • i get jealous easily
  • i’m sad a lot
  • i will never feel good enough for you no matter how many times you tell me i am

fandommember:

benaddictedcumberbabe:

cameronfryesgirlfriend:

cause of death: too shy to call ambulance

Didn’t want to inconvenience anyone

Someone else might have needed it more

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fitnessmeansconfidence:

this is like the realist shit ever

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fabulusly:

queued x

fabulusly:

queued x

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❝you can live on minimum wage❞
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jonahreenders:

Lost photos from summer.

By: Jonah Reenders

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bethanydoeslife:

nosenuzzling:

If you don’t think soul mates exist after watching this I don’t even know what to say to you.

And what I love about it is how perfectly they match up, how much their lives connect and overlap, how much they love each other, but they still only think of each other as friends. I think that’s such an amazing kind of relationship. Non romantic soul mates are just beautiful. 

Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye are wonderful. I saw Sarah live a few months ago and fell in love with her even more. I can’t wait to read her book that is coming out and I hope I get to see her live again!


mindy-fit:

Role model

mindy-fit:

Role model


themonthlycomma:

This is my new favorite trend on tumblr


It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.

But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.

And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.

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READ IT. READ IT ALL.

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THESE WORDS.

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