(Source: teddyloids, via stephspie)

"He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong."

W.H. Auden (via observando)

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

(via solacity)

(Source: anachronica, via tyleroakley)

glowcloud:

i love the Women Against Feminism that are like “I dont need feminism because i can admit i need my husband to open a jar for me and thats ok!” cause listen 1. get a towel 2. get the towel damp 3. put it on the lid and twist. BAM now men are completely useless. you, too, can open a jar. time to get a divorce

(via jazzyrules)