The only sort of pictures you should be reblogging of Jennifer Lawrence
have unfollowed 20+ blogs on here already and i will unfollow anyone else who reblogs nude photos taken NON-CONSENSUALLY from these women. it is sexual violation (fueled by the objectification of women) and anybody who participates that is the literal scum of the earth
STOP. SCROLLING. NOWWWWWWWWW.
The eraser on top is the Paper Mate Union Eraser.
I thought it wouldn’t work much, but… It erases ink.
And NOT JUST ballpoint pen ink, India Ink too.
If you make a mistake, this eraser can erase the whole thing and leave no trace AT ALL, although you do need to erase quite vigorously.
It’s only about 1-2 dollars.
The eraser pencil on the bottom is just that. It is an eraser that you can SHARPEN like a regular pencil. The brush on top is so that you don’t smear your art when you try to push off eraser crumbs. You sweep them off with the brush.
Even if you’re not an artist, signal boost please?
It’s a very cheap way to get around life.
can we just get this straight? if you message me on tumblr you are not annoying me i am a lonely person and any form of human contact is a god send
Everyone reblog this can’t this is perfect
Out of these 454k notes how many of them waited for the number to reach to zero?
you know how scared i was when it was almost zero
wait for zero
I got fucking scared and held my breath when it hit zero then i read it and was like “IM DROPPING EVERYTHING AND REBLOGGING”
I’ve never been rejected romantically. But only because I’m too scared of rejection to like anyone that way. I lie to myself, so I don’t have to worry about the pain. What is wrong with me? Maybe it’s because when I was young the friendships I tried to make were rejected. Maybe it’s because I don’t trust people. Maybe I don’t trust myself.
People talk about how hard long distance relationships are but nobody talks about the struggle of long distance friendships. I would give my left leg right now to just be able to sit in our pjs and watch movies or to just be able to give a big fucking hug.
I’ve tasted alcohol before but only accidental sips.
I hated the bitter taste it left on my tongue.
Now I wonder if it works like coffee and tea; by gradually getting hooked.
I’ve always figured losing yourself is like being stuck on autopilot.
I don’t know if that would be nice or not.
Now I wonder if I’ve already lost myself.
I’ve always been sure of my happiness.
I have good friends who accept me.
Now I’ve found a group of people who make me feel as if I’ve always belonged.
I’ve always been doubting myself and who I am.
I fought against myself too much.
Now I’m ready to let go and be happy.