lordemusic:

lately i’ve been waking up at 4 or 5 a.m., turning things over in my head. so much to think about, so much to break down and process and decide. i’m only at the beginning, but it has always been important to me that everything feels cool, feels right. this song means a hell of a lot to me, and to others, and i guess what i tried to do is make something you could understand. a lot of people think teenagers live in this world like ‘skins’ every weekend or whatever, but truth is, half the time we aren’t doing anything cooler than playing with lighters, or waiting at some shitty stop. that’s why this had to be real. and i’m at that particular train station every week. those boys are my friends. callum’s wearing a sweater that used to belong to me. so it all feels right, and i can sleep. thanks for being with me all the way so far – so much to come, such great heights. i’m just getting started. 

WE’RE DRIVING CADILLACS IN OUR DREAMS. LOVE LORDE

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cincer:


Everyone should give a second of there time to reblog this. Instead of reblog girls in crops tops. Just shows raw love.

cincer:

Everyone should give a second of there time to reblog this. Instead of reblog girls in crops tops. Just shows raw love.

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tavrosofnitram:

“let me like that post so i can look at it again sometime!”


Her distaste for JB makes me kinda wanna like her…

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anythinggg-could-happen:

askaboutnikki:

omg she’s so pretty

perfection

anythinggg-could-happen:

askaboutnikki:

omg she’s so pretty

perfection


When your favourite online store has free worldwide shipping.. oh my days.



themoosethepietheassbutt:

congragulation:

u know what would be cool. if you could wear whatever you wanted whenever you wanted without having to feel bad or weird or shamed about it. show up to work in plated armor. show up to a staff meeting in full cosplay. wear a dress to play tackle football. wear a bikini at the dinner table. dress in scuba gear for your wedding ceremony.

did you mean sims

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anythinggg-could-happen:

bricesander:

Miley speaks for us all. 

Miley sees truth



robotgod:

 



So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.

I don’t know this man or this mom, but I love them both.

aww so cute,
btw: as a barista I understand why he wanted to cry about tat drink.

robotgod:

 

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.

Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.

Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.

This time, though. This was a good cry.

I don’t know this man or this mom, but I love them both.

aww so cute,

btw: as a barista I understand why he wanted to cry about tat drink.

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