My name is Emily.
+ seahorses, piercings, my baby boyyy, charisma, warm beds.
- Body odor, no $$$, close-minded assholes, restrictions, headaches.

carefreeroyalty:

this-teenage-girls-blog:

Let’s just talk about Wednesday’s perfect “not giving a fuck” attitude because it’s marvelous.

I just realized todays wednesday

(via seah0rsey)


Pet Peeves: Men Who Are Uncomfortable With Their Sexuality

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10:53 am
"if you consider a woman less pure after you’ve touched her maybe you should take a look at your hands"

(via solacity)

I will never not reblog this

(via nuedvixx)

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Chris Pratt recalls a story from early in his career when Jimmy went out of his way to show kindness. [x]

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One of the best out takes from any television show, ever. 

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10:43 am

rexuality:

I need to have as much wild sex as possible so one day I can become an inappropriate old lady that blurts out things like “when I was your age I got a concussion after being bent over a desk” and then my family can be like “grandma please, you’re making easter dinner really uncomfortable” and it’ll be great

(via tryinghard-fuckit)


tiny-snail:

My mom is so mean to me

(via pizza)


sleep-walkerr:

I don’t know how I feel about this but w/e

06:24 am
"And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself."(via ellie-sigh)

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