meovvsticgirl: lol i wanna give you a hickey :o

Gimme a hickey everywhereee



Laying with a real life prince

How dis happen? :o





IM LAUGJING SO HARD the picture looks so sleek and professional with the lighting but ITS A SPOOKY DOGE







This is in my Economics textbook

This is fucked up

I need a bachelor’s degree to make around the same amount as a male high school grad makes.
If you don’t think that’s unfair I don’t know what to tell you.

Tumblr seems to misunderstand how generalized statistics work. Apparently no one seems to consider that some of the women sampled in this census are homemakers/housewives who make an underwhelming amount of money for their education. This census does not consider majors, career field, or even hours worked. Someone with a degree in art will not net the same income as someone in the STEM (science, technology, engineering, math) field. There are disproportionately more men working in a STEM field than there are women. Women are more likely to take part time positions to have time off (whether it be for family or otherwise).To believe that a practicing female physician makes as much as your average male truck driver and that a male physician with the same education, experience, and expertise as a female would be paid a lot more is ridiculous to say the least. It’s true that there is a “wage gap” but not for the reasons that feminists think. It boils down to hours worked and career field, not gender.



I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.


Mouthful of Forevers – Clementine von Radics (via februarypoem)

(via clementinevonradics)