"In the song “Hallelujah,” Leonard Cohen writes, “Love is not a victory march, it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.” Love is a form of vulnerability and if you replace the word love with vulnerability in that line, it’s just as true. From calling a friend who’s experienced a terrible tragedy to starting your own business, from feeling terrified to experiencing liberation, vulnerability is life’s great dare. It’s life asking, “Are you all in? Can you value your own vulnerability as much as you value it in others?” Answering yes to these questions is not weakness: It’s courage beyond measure. It’s daring greatly. And often the result of daring greatly isn’t a victory march as much as it is a quiet sense of freedom mixed with a little battle fatigue."
-Daring Greatly, Brene Brown

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McAfee, you bitch, tell me to restart my computer one more time.

Do it. I dare you. 

You expired muthafuckin twat.

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  1. Go to a party and stay sober. Listen to the way your drunk classmates talk when they don’t plan to remember tonight when they wake up. Never talk about these experiences, just keep them for yourself.
  2. Start driving in one direction on the highway after school one day, pretending like you’re running away. Blast bad pop music and sing along. Stop in the suburbs when your mom calls you to come home, but buy your little brother a cupcake before you turn back around.
  3. Kiss your best friend. It doesn’t matter what sexuality or gender you are or they are. It doesn’t matter if it’s a peck or you escalate to tongue. You’ll laugh about it later, but it will always make you smile just for the memory.
  4. Smoke a cigarette. Let it burn your throat. Cough, loudly.
  5. Take a stand for something you believe in. When half your school laughs at you, take it with pride. Someone agrees, even if they’re too scared to say so.
  6. Make enemies. Make the kind of mistakes that cause your life to implode. Lose everyone and everything to these mistakes. Only when you fall will you find out that you can pick yourself back up.
  7. Sit on someone’s roof and talk for hours. Forget about dinner and tell your origin stories. Let your guard down while the dog barks below. Talk about god. Listen.
  8. Steal Bourbon from your parents’ liquor cabinet and put it in a water bottle beneath your bathroom sink. Spike your tea with it when you think you’ve hit rock bottom. Pour the whole thing down the drain when it’s too strong for you.
  9. Become a stereotype. Buy a record player and combat boots. Wear all black. Dye your hair bright blue and get your ear pierced three times. Don’t care when people laugh at you.
  10. Make wishes at 11:11. Wear your pajamas backwards in the hopes of a snow day. Look for answers at the bottom of a bottle. Pretend writing things on your arms makes you special. Believe in anything. Believe in everything. Open every book and look around every corner. You’ll never look like this or move like this or think like this again. Enjoy it while it lasts or hate every second. But feel. Feel every damn thing.
-Top Ten Things to do Before You Graduate High School by M.S. (via idealizable)

I love it, eeeeek.

Didn’t hurt. :)

I can’t wait for this tattoo.

I can’t fucking wait.

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Jada Sezer. Lingerie. High Heels.


Me and my best friend finally got matching tats today. (:
I love her to death!!


hes wearing a turtle shirt awawaw

Winter Solstice at Frozen Big Bear Lake in the Trinity Alps of Northern California. [OC] [2700 x 1962] Check this blog!
Rant incoming.

Man, this lifestyle gets old. Maybe I’m just tired of it all. A little hurt, a little sick of thinking that I was born to please you. Or like its all about sex. Holy crap, did it never occur to you that maybe I’d like to have an intelligent conversation?

This is my life, from Day 1 this is where I’ve been. But it wares you out. I was born in Scarborough for Christ sakes, but it definitely does.

I am SO sick of being hit on by men with fucking wives, or ones that think I’m gonna fall for their “you’re so beautiful” act, or asking to take me out before they know my name as if I am some dumb naive broad. Ones that think a side chick is acceptable. Not to mention, assuming I’m going to get you food. Are you on fucking glue?

I love Jamaica. I love Caribbean food, and I can make it myself. I can tell you a reggae artist by the sound of their voice, and I can fully understand patois. I like my jerk chicken on the drum pan and served in tin foil. But shit, these men come over or off the farm like it’s a free for all and give the rest bad names. Lack intelligence and think I’m the stupid one.

I’ve seen it my entire life, and you know what, I refuse to put up with bullshit anymore. Get your own damn food.

Sometimes, being a realist is real tough.
I feel bad for the girls who fall for it.
We all know you’re in it for the papers anyway.

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Sometimes, the best way to not get your heart broken is to act like you don’t have one.