What they did not want you to ever find out is that your generation, the generation born between 1980-1995, actually outnumbers the Baby Boomers. They knew that if you ever turned your eye towards political reform, you could change the world. They tried to keep you sated on vapid television shows and vapid music. They cut off your education and fed you brain candy. They took away your music and gave you Top Ten pop stations. They cut off your art and replaced it with endless reality shows for you to plug into, hoping you would sit quietly by as they ran the world. We as a society are only as strong as our weakest link. Give ‘em hell, kids.  I’ve never loved a post so much in the history of tumblr.
What they did not want you to ever find out is that your generation, the generation born between 1980-1995, actually outnumbers the Baby Boomers. They knew that if you ever turned your eye towards political reform, you could change the world. They tried to keep you sated on vapid television shows and vapid music. They cut off your education and fed you brain candy. They took away your music and gave you Top Ten pop stations. They cut off your art and replaced it with endless reality shows for you to plug into, hoping you would sit quietly by as they ran the world. We as a society are only as strong as our weakest link. Give ‘em hell, kids. 

I’ve never loved a post so much in the history of tumblr.
Somebody loves you if they don’t mind the quiet. They don’t mind running errands with you or cleaning your apartment while blasting some annoying music. There’s no pressure, no need to fill the silences. You know how with some of your friends there needs to be some sort of activity for you to hang out? You don’t feel uncomfortable just shooting the shit and watching bad reality TV with them. You need something that will keep the both of you busy to ensure there won’t be a void. That’s not love. That’s “hey babe! I like you okay. Do you wanna grab lunch? I think we have enough to talk about to fill two hours!” It’s a damn dream when you find someone you can do nothing with. Whether you’re skydiving together or sitting at home and doing different things, it’s always comfortable. That is fucking love.

— Thought Catalog, How To Tell If Someone Loves You  (via seaof-gold)
elizabethgeorgina: need this for my room.

elizabethgeorgina:

need this for my room.

ornitorenkli: at Granny’s Home

ornitorenkli:

at Granny’s Home

l0vepink-xox: Dogged.

l0vepink-xox:

Dogged.

Lana Del Rey | ‘Queen of Disaster’ 

d-aisyfleur: this is so relevant to me right now ugh

d-aisyfleur:

this is so relevant to me right now ugh

boobscupcakesnweed: putting on mascara.. hahahaha every girl does this

boobscupcakesnweed:

putting on mascara.. hahahaha every girl does this

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