Raven Awakening
Elizabeth. 23 years old born in raised in America's Hometown. Adventures are always worthwhile. Music is my soul. The ocean is my home. And books will always be my favorite companion.
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Me in two sentences.
  • Me: I won't get jealous
  • Me: Who's this fucking whore
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urtotallynotpunkrock:

things i like:

  • reading
  • learning

things i do not like:

  • reading for a grade
  • learning for a grade

so basically school ruins my motivation for things

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College kids literally don’t care about walking in the way of cars at school because we’re like “hit me i don’t care pay my tuition.”

"Hit me my thesis is due in 12 hours and I haven’t started it"

"Hit me I have a final in an hour and I didn’t study"

"Hit me I’ve been on a 24 hour drinking binge and I’m invincible"

"Hit me. You’re a university vehicle and I’ll get free tuition."

"Hit me I feel like a failure anyway"

(via infelicific)

me every day in harvard square.


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I remember when we were cuddling and I was holding you very tight and my arm started to get numb because it was underneath you. but I didn’t seem to mind. I didn’t move. I didn’t say a word. I didn’t want to pull away from you or from that moment. I didn’t care if my whole body started to feel numb because you were the first person that made me feel something. mell0wfell0w (via mell0wfell0w)
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But, even if you’re not fat, if you’re a woman, you’re probably still so caught up with your toxic weight shit that you can’t even see straight. During my working life I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been part of these ridiculous workplace group diets. Almost all of the participants have been women. Sometimes they even try to bribe one another with money. They all put in ten dollars on the first week and whoever loses the most wins the pool at the end of 4 months, or whatever it is. Look, I’m like you. I’ve done it too. And at a perfectly normal, healthy weight I’ve done it. All because of a sick, shitful, ugly little voice in the back of my head that tells me I ought to be smaller.

And that’s the rub, right there. Exactly why do we want to be smaller? What exactly is the appeal of being smaller? How does it benefit us? Does it make us better mothers? Better students? Better lovers? Better artists? Scientists? Friends? Does it make us more badass badasses?

No, no, no, no, no. You must see that it doesn’t. It doesn’t do anything but make us smaller.

Babies and puppies are small. So are dimes and Skittles. You’re a fucking woman. A woman! You are entitled to occupy as much fucking space as you like with your awesomeness, and you better be suspicious as fuck of anybody who tells you differently.
Why, ladies? Why must we continue to whittle ourselves down? Who is it for? What is it for? You can walk through a certain aisle at the pharmacy or at the grocery store and see the language of diminishment all over the packaging for weight loss aids of all kinds. “Shrink your waist.” “Lose inches off your thighs.” “Slim down.” “Get skinny.”

How about “Grow your mind.” “Increase your confidence and productivity.” “Beef up your knowledge.” “Enlarge your scope of asskicking.”

That’s a valid message for women and girls: grow, expand, branch out, open up, get bigger, wider, faster, stronger, better, smarter. Go up not down. Get strong, not skinny.

You are not here to get smaller. You are not here to have a thin waist and thighs. You are not here to disappear. You’re here to change the world! Change the fucking world, then! Forget about “losing a few pounds.” Think about what you could be gaining instead.

Ladybud.com  (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: heyheyjules)


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There’s something about cooking meals together that has brought us together in a way that I never expected. 

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(Source: purity-z)

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chanel-champagne:

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chanel-champagne:

chanel-champagne.tumblr.com xox

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