Always and Forever
dydiia:

Read from beginning on FF.net -> {x}
Rated: M
Previously…
“You are wrong about two things. I am not alone. I thought I was for a long time, but I have come to realize I do have people who care about me.” He pauses and takes a breath. “First of all, you guys all went to Mexico when you thought there was a possibility that I was in danger. Scott. Stiles. Malia. Kira… And you. All of you risked your lives to find me, because you care. I am not alone, Lydia.”
His gaze unwavering.
“And second, look at the people you have lost over this last year, Aiden, Allison and even Jackson to a certain extent. Yet you still hold your head up high and go on. I wouldn’t worry about your sanity if I was you. You are stronger than you think, Martin.”
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Chapter Two
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Lydia exhaled a loud and shaky breath, lungs emptying in a rush. It wasn’t very often that people believed in her, aside from her closest friends, most saw her as a spoilt rich kid. Not that it is anyone’s fault but her own, for so long she had portrayed herself that way, trying to conceal her intelligence and play the role of a normal mediocre teenager. She is incredibly glad the ruse is over; it is a weight off her already full shoulders.
If there is anything losing her friend and boyfriend has taught her is that she is tougher than she gave herself credit for.
But it was always nice to hear someone else say it, to have someone else believe it. Looking over at him she feels a warmth bubble up in her chest, she can’t explain why she cares about what Derek Hale of all people thinks of her, but she does. 
“Thank you.”
She hears him fall back against the floor from his seated position, the crinkling sound of leaves crunching beneath his weight along with a few small twigs snapping. His only response is a quiet mhm and she doesn’t exactly expect more, she has never known Derek as a talker. He brings a whole new meaning to the saying ‘a man of few words’. The amount of private information and emotional insight he has revealed in just a short while is immensely uncharacteristic.  
She turns her head to look at him, a cheeky grin appearing on her face. “Can I ask you something?”
His entire face is weary, body tensing as it registers the mischief on her face. She almost laughs at the deep grunt he lets out before rolling himself on his side, facing her directly and giving her his full and undivided attention. The word ‘sure’ is said on a long exhale, his theatrics make Lydia roll her eyes as she fights back a genuinely amused smile.
“Does the afterglow of sex always make you this chatty? Because if so I might need to file this information away somewhere for future reference.”
The deep rumble that flows through him melts her belly, butterflies fluttering like crazy and she can’t believe that this man can have such an effect on her insides. She can already feel herself becoming attached to his laugh, so genuine and carefree. So different from both their lives outside these trees. She wants to savor every last moment, catch them in a jar and keep them forever.
He looks so relaxed head back in laughter, teeth gleaming and stomach clenching. When he regains his composure his face fashions the very same mischievous look she wore only moments ago, she is almost jealous by how much better her wears it. “Well, Miss Martin, I guess we’d have to do it again sometime for you to test that theory.” His eyebrow raises and the predatory look in his eyes raises goosebumps along the surface of her skin, and she can’t help but wonder if maybe she has met her match.
Her eyes widen to a cartoon like exaggeration, mouth dropping on a comedic level; her head whips from side to side sending her red locks flying around her, she pretends to search her surroundings in mock shock, “Did… d-d-d…” she pretends to stumble over her words, before dropping her voice to a low whisper.
 “Did Derek Hale just say an innuendo?  Did he just tell a joke?”
Her hand flies to her mouth in a false gasp, it in time works to cover the huge grin that is working its way to her face. But before she can go on with the charade his large hand grabs her wrist pulling it above her head and pinning it to the ground, followed by his entire body moving to cover hers, his right hand reaches for her free arm and brings it up to rest beside its companion.
She can tell by the amount of delicious pressure on her body that he must be holding the majority of his weight on his upper arms, just the right amount for her to feel the hard lines of his body.
“Are you mocking me, Lydia?” his pout is deep and very fake.
“Maybe.” She replies drawing out the word and letting her mouth pop on the b.
He tsk tsks softly, his mouth only inches from her face. She can feel the hot bursts of air from his breath as it dances across her skin and mixes with hers. “Now, now. We just cannot have that, I’m afraid.” The entire thing feels so playful to her she wonders what kind of miracle potion is in that plant.
She tilts her chin slightly raising it within a few centimeters of his lips and lets her tongue wet her lips at a leisurely pace, when his eyes drop to her mouth she does a silent cheer of victory. The beginnings of lust thrum through her body, a fiery passion pumping her blood fast and hot.
The press of his hard body is intoxicating, she realizes with a start that she is completely bare beneath him yet her still wears all his clothing, his jeans are low on his hips having carelessly pulled them up after falling to the ground. Her hands reach behind him to the hemline of his shirt, the need to reveal bare skin hypnotizing. Her fingers graze his lower back briefly as she attempts to tug the shirt up his torso. It proves to be rather difficult when he makes no move no help her, keeping his entire weight on his arms.
She manages to get the fabric towards his upper back but it won’t go any farther because of the position of his body.  She is stubborn and persistent in her task, tugging and yanking; until eventually she drops her hands with a huff and turns her face towards his. He looks entirely too amused. Lydia frowns briefly before turning it into a pout, her plump lips curling downwards in a move that along with a few bats of her eyelashes tends to work on most boys.
But then again Derek Hale is most definitely not a boy.
His stare is unwavering for several moments before he lets out an exaggerated sigh and leans up on his knees, bringing his arms up to wear his shirt is stuck he pulls it up and over his head in one graceful swoop.
Air leaves her lungs in a heave, lips parting and eyes widening slightly as she takes in his newly bared torso. Lydia Martin is no stranger to the male body, having seen her fair share of them, but him, he’s… Pure masculinity, broad and sculptured shoulders, perfectly toned abdominals that trail to a delicious v that is half covered by his unbuttoned jeans. She follows that line of vision swallowing hard; she can’t help but think he has a truly magnificent body.
Her stomach clenching at the thought of those hard muscles working with her body, flashes of her up against a tree, strong and hard thrusts. Blissful pleasure.
Lydia is drawn from her memories by a light chuckle, her eyes land on his knowing face and her cheeks flame furiously. His gaze drifts along the blush following its path down her neck and over her chest, she has never been more aware of her nudity. Derek’s eyes roam the entirety of her body as if cataloging every inch for future reference. The urge to cover herself arises but she doesn’t have to because he does it with his body as soon as the thought sprouts, his entire form hovering within inches of hers, and the heat that drifts from his body is heavenly.
His arms are back where they started, resting on either side of her head and holding the brunt of his weight. His head hanging close enough that she would only have to tilt her neck a bit to capture him in a warm kiss.
“Hi.” His voice is low and gentle, tongue caressing the word softly.
She can’t help but smile because it is so cheesy; her teeth sink into her bottom lip unconsciously. An adorable nervous habit she had picked up over the years. “Hey,”
Her hand lifts to run her nails through his dark locks and play with the short strands at the back of his neck, a soft purr reverberates through his throat and she loves having this affect on him.
 He drops his head to rub his nose against hers several times, it is such a gentle and affectionate move and her insides come to life again, butterflies fluttering restlessly. His fingers graze her cheek and pull a strand of hair delicately from her face; he is looking at her with a strange amount of awe and adoration considering their past history.
Her neck comes up slowly as his face lowers, both of their mouths catching in an extremely soft kiss, just a mere touch of skin.
When she pulls back and her gaze fixes on his small smile, the barest hint of dimples outlining his cheeks.  It doesn’t take more than a second before they both reach for each other again, this time a stronger and heated press of lips, her mouth catching his bottom lip between hers and tugging, her teeth nip at his mouth playfully.
His left hand reaches behind her head and pulls her to him firmly, both their heads tilting instinctively in attempt to reach a better angle. The new movement causing her to feel the scratchy stubble marring his jaw, the rough facial hair against her soft skin is electric, stirring every nerve in her body to life.
They continue to search each other’s mouths, tongues tangling and exploring new depths. Little whimpers and moans surround them and echoing throughout the empty woods.
Needing more she bends her legs at the knees and brings them up to hook into the waistband of his jeans, using her toes and threading them through the belt loops she pulls the denim fabric from his legs. Leaving him clad in only a thin pair of black boxer briefs, which are quickly discarded, by whom she is not quite sure, both of them in a rush to remove any remaining hindrance.
Before he can make another move she uses all the strength she posses to flip them, his back hitting the ground with a thud. She moves herself over until she is seated above him, a leg thrown over either side of him, both of them groaning as her bare skin comes into contact with his.
When she looks down at him he looks comically shocked. She can’t help but smirk at that, taking great pleasure in throwing him off. “Alright there, wolf?”
Seemingly recovering himself his hands come up to run over the expanse of her stomach and up her chest, one hand kneads her breast whilst the other tangles into her red curls. His mouth comes up to join his hand, sucking her nipple and coaxing it into a hard peek. Spurred on by her soft moan he moves over to her other breast, massaging it whilst he nips at the surrounding skin.
Her entire body is on edge, mesmerizing sweeps of his tongue against her peeks, and she feels as if she is on fire. Her hand lands on his chest and pushes him down with little force, sensing her intensions his hands fall to her hips lifting them enough for her to reach down and grasp him in her hands. Pumping the length of him a couple times before angling him correctly towards her hips, as he slides in slowly her entire body is alight with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Every inch of her feeling over stimulated, she arches her back slightly, letting her head drop back and closing her eyes relishing in the feel of him inside her. If the sounds he is making is anything to go by he is just as enthralled, they stay joined for several moments, as he lets her adjust to him slowly before making any move to continue.
She nods slightly before lifting herself a couple inches and dropping down again. The angle allowing a deeper penetration than the tree had previously provided, she feels completely full of him. Can feel him everywhere. His hands are tight on her waist guiding her into a perfect pace.
It doesn’t take long for them to fall into a natural rhythm, alternating between long and hard thrusts and rapid short ones, the thrilling slap of skin rousing the air around them.
Her nails are digging into his shoulders and she wonders how it isn’t hurting him. Although it probably is but as he doesn’t seem to want to complain she throws the thought away. He uses a deep thrusts momentum to sit up and obtain a new angle. Her mouth drops open as she allows the new sensations to overcome her. She is so lost in the moment she doesn’t even realize he is staring at her, head thrown back, curls swaying, he looks completely captivated.
As if she was some sort of Greek goddess.  
The tenderness in his eyes is simultaneously scary and stimulating, with both of them sitting up, their bodies are pressed tightly together. His arms have migrated towards her back wrapping her in a sort of hug, his thrust are hitting shallower now. As if unwilling to leave her warmth.
Every inch of them is fused, every limbed intertwined with another. At every rise of her hips her nipples rub against his torso, creating a delicious friction between them.
She is aware that this entire situation is incredibly messy.
 The way there are leaves in her tangled hair, the fact that they are both sweating and covered in dirt from lying on the damp ground, her makeup is smudged and worn. The way his rough and unrestrained grunts fill the air and her nails rack over the entirety of his chest, leaving pink lines down his soft tan skin.
 It is animalistic and primal.
And she loves it.
A/N: Not quite as long as I would have liked it, but I really wanted to update tonight. Also as usual I apologize for any typos and be sure to leave feedback on what you thought ;o)
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dydiia:

Read from beginning on FF.net -> {x}

Rated: M

Previously…

“You are wrong about two things. I am not alone. I thought I was for a long time, but I have come to realize I do have people who care about me.” He pauses and takes a breath. “First of all, you guys all went to Mexico when you thought there was a possibility that I was in danger. Scott. Stiles. Malia. Kira… And you. All of you risked your lives to find me, because you care. I am not alone, Lydia.”

His gaze unwavering.

“And second, look at the people you have lost over this last year, Aiden, Allison and even Jackson to a certain extent. Yet you still hold your head up high and go on. I wouldn’t worry about your sanity if I was you. You are stronger than you think, Martin.”

 .

Chapter Two

.

.

Lydia exhaled a loud and shaky breath, lungs emptying in a rush. It wasn’t very often that people believed in her, aside from her closest friends, most saw her as a spoilt rich kid. Not that it is anyone’s fault but her own, for so long she had portrayed herself that way, trying to conceal her intelligence and play the role of a normal mediocre teenager. She is incredibly glad the ruse is over; it is a weight off her already full shoulders.

If there is anything losing her friend and boyfriend has taught her is that she is tougher than she gave herself credit for.

But it was always nice to hear someone else say it, to have someone else believe it. Looking over at him she feels a warmth bubble up in her chest, she can’t explain why she cares about what Derek Hale of all people thinks of her, but she does. 

“Thank you.”

She hears him fall back against the floor from his seated position, the crinkling sound of leaves crunching beneath his weight along with a few small twigs snapping. His only response is a quiet mhm and she doesn’t exactly expect more, she has never known Derek as a talker. He brings a whole new meaning to the saying ‘a man of few words’. The amount of private information and emotional insight he has revealed in just a short while is immensely uncharacteristic.  

She turns her head to look at him, a cheeky grin appearing on her face. “Can I ask you something?”

His entire face is weary, body tensing as it registers the mischief on her face. She almost laughs at the deep grunt he lets out before rolling himself on his side, facing her directly and giving her his full and undivided attention. The word ‘sure’ is said on a long exhale, his theatrics make Lydia roll her eyes as she fights back a genuinely amused smile.

“Does the afterglow of sex always make you this chatty? Because if so I might need to file this information away somewhere for future reference.”

The deep rumble that flows through him melts her belly, butterflies fluttering like crazy and she can’t believe that this man can have such an effect on her insides. She can already feel herself becoming attached to his laugh, so genuine and carefree. So different from both their lives outside these trees. She wants to savor every last moment, catch them in a jar and keep them forever.

He looks so relaxed head back in laughter, teeth gleaming and stomach clenching. When he regains his composure his face fashions the very same mischievous look she wore only moments ago, she is almost jealous by how much better her wears it. “Well, Miss Martin, I guess we’d have to do it again sometime for you to test that theory.” His eyebrow raises and the predatory look in his eyes raises goosebumps along the surface of her skin, and she can’t help but wonder if maybe she has met her match.

Her eyes widen to a cartoon like exaggeration, mouth dropping on a comedic level; her head whips from side to side sending her red locks flying around her, she pretends to search her surroundings in mock shock, “Did… d-d-d…” she pretends to stumble over her words, before dropping her voice to a low whisper.

 “Did Derek Hale just say an innuendo?  Did he just tell a joke?”

Her hand flies to her mouth in a false gasp, it in time works to cover the huge grin that is working its way to her face. But before she can go on with the charade his large hand grabs her wrist pulling it above her head and pinning it to the ground, followed by his entire body moving to cover hers, his right hand reaches for her free arm and brings it up to rest beside its companion.

She can tell by the amount of delicious pressure on her body that he must be holding the majority of his weight on his upper arms, just the right amount for her to feel the hard lines of his body.

“Are you mocking me, Lydia?” his pout is deep and very fake.

“Maybe.” She replies drawing out the word and letting her mouth pop on the b.

He tsk tsks softly, his mouth only inches from her face. She can feel the hot bursts of air from his breath as it dances across her skin and mixes with hers. “Now, now. We just cannot have that, I’m afraid.” The entire thing feels so playful to her she wonders what kind of miracle potion is in that plant.

She tilts her chin slightly raising it within a few centimeters of his lips and lets her tongue wet her lips at a leisurely pace, when his eyes drop to her mouth she does a silent cheer of victory. The beginnings of lust thrum through her body, a fiery passion pumping her blood fast and hot.

The press of his hard body is intoxicating, she realizes with a start that she is completely bare beneath him yet her still wears all his clothing, his jeans are low on his hips having carelessly pulled them up after falling to the ground. Her hands reach behind him to the hemline of his shirt, the need to reveal bare skin hypnotizing. Her fingers graze his lower back briefly as she attempts to tug the shirt up his torso. It proves to be rather difficult when he makes no move no help her, keeping his entire weight on his arms.

She manages to get the fabric towards his upper back but it won’t go any farther because of the position of his body.  She is stubborn and persistent in her task, tugging and yanking; until eventually she drops her hands with a huff and turns her face towards his. He looks entirely too amused. Lydia frowns briefly before turning it into a pout, her plump lips curling downwards in a move that along with a few bats of her eyelashes tends to work on most boys.

But then again Derek Hale is most definitely not a boy.

His stare is unwavering for several moments before he lets out an exaggerated sigh and leans up on his knees, bringing his arms up to wear his shirt is stuck he pulls it up and over his head in one graceful swoop.

Air leaves her lungs in a heave, lips parting and eyes widening slightly as she takes in his newly bared torso. Lydia Martin is no stranger to the male body, having seen her fair share of them, but him, he’s… Pure masculinity, broad and sculptured shoulders, perfectly toned abdominals that trail to a delicious v that is half covered by his unbuttoned jeans. She follows that line of vision swallowing hard; she can’t help but think he has a truly magnificent body.

Her stomach clenching at the thought of those hard muscles working with her body, flashes of her up against a tree, strong and hard thrusts. Blissful pleasure.

Lydia is drawn from her memories by a light chuckle, her eyes land on his knowing face and her cheeks flame furiously. His gaze drifts along the blush following its path down her neck and over her chest, she has never been more aware of her nudity. Derek’s eyes roam the entirety of her body as if cataloging every inch for future reference. The urge to cover herself arises but she doesn’t have to because he does it with his body as soon as the thought sprouts, his entire form hovering within inches of hers, and the heat that drifts from his body is heavenly.

His arms are back where they started, resting on either side of her head and holding the brunt of his weight. His head hanging close enough that she would only have to tilt her neck a bit to capture him in a warm kiss.

“Hi.” His voice is low and gentle, tongue caressing the word softly.

She can’t help but smile because it is so cheesy; her teeth sink into her bottom lip unconsciously. An adorable nervous habit she had picked up over the years. “Hey,”

Her hand lifts to run her nails through his dark locks and play with the short strands at the back of his neck, a soft purr reverberates through his throat and she loves having this affect on him.

 He drops his head to rub his nose against hers several times, it is such a gentle and affectionate move and her insides come to life again, butterflies fluttering restlessly. His fingers graze her cheek and pull a strand of hair delicately from her face; he is looking at her with a strange amount of awe and adoration considering their past history.

Her neck comes up slowly as his face lowers, both of their mouths catching in an extremely soft kiss, just a mere touch of skin.

When she pulls back and her gaze fixes on his small smile, the barest hint of dimples outlining his cheeks.  It doesn’t take more than a second before they both reach for each other again, this time a stronger and heated press of lips, her mouth catching his bottom lip between hers and tugging, her teeth nip at his mouth playfully.

His left hand reaches behind her head and pulls her to him firmly, both their heads tilting instinctively in attempt to reach a better angle. The new movement causing her to feel the scratchy stubble marring his jaw, the rough facial hair against her soft skin is electric, stirring every nerve in her body to life.

They continue to search each other’s mouths, tongues tangling and exploring new depths. Little whimpers and moans surround them and echoing throughout the empty woods.

Needing more she bends her legs at the knees and brings them up to hook into the waistband of his jeans, using her toes and threading them through the belt loops she pulls the denim fabric from his legs. Leaving him clad in only a thin pair of black boxer briefs, which are quickly discarded, by whom she is not quite sure, both of them in a rush to remove any remaining hindrance.

Before he can make another move she uses all the strength she posses to flip them, his back hitting the ground with a thud. She moves herself over until she is seated above him, a leg thrown over either side of him, both of them groaning as her bare skin comes into contact with his.

When she looks down at him he looks comically shocked. She can’t help but smirk at that, taking great pleasure in throwing him off. “Alright there, wolf?”

Seemingly recovering himself his hands come up to run over the expanse of her stomach and up her chest, one hand kneads her breast whilst the other tangles into her red curls. His mouth comes up to join his hand, sucking her nipple and coaxing it into a hard peek. Spurred on by her soft moan he moves over to her other breast, massaging it whilst he nips at the surrounding skin.

Her entire body is on edge, mesmerizing sweeps of his tongue against her peeks, and she feels as if she is on fire. Her hand lands on his chest and pushes him down with little force, sensing her intensions his hands fall to her hips lifting them enough for her to reach down and grasp him in her hands. Pumping the length of him a couple times before angling him correctly towards her hips, as he slides in slowly her entire body is alight with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Every inch of her feeling over stimulated, she arches her back slightly, letting her head drop back and closing her eyes relishing in the feel of him inside her. If the sounds he is making is anything to go by he is just as enthralled, they stay joined for several moments, as he lets her adjust to him slowly before making any move to continue.

She nods slightly before lifting herself a couple inches and dropping down again. The angle allowing a deeper penetration than the tree had previously provided, she feels completely full of him. Can feel him everywhere. His hands are tight on her waist guiding her into a perfect pace.

It doesn’t take long for them to fall into a natural rhythm, alternating between long and hard thrusts and rapid short ones, the thrilling slap of skin rousing the air around them.

Her nails are digging into his shoulders and she wonders how it isn’t hurting him. Although it probably is but as he doesn’t seem to want to complain she throws the thought away. He uses a deep thrusts momentum to sit up and obtain a new angle. Her mouth drops open as she allows the new sensations to overcome her. She is so lost in the moment she doesn’t even realize he is staring at her, head thrown back, curls swaying, he looks completely captivated.

As if she was some sort of Greek goddess.  

The tenderness in his eyes is simultaneously scary and stimulating, with both of them sitting up, their bodies are pressed tightly together. His arms have migrated towards her back wrapping her in a sort of hug, his thrust are hitting shallower now. As if unwilling to leave her warmth.

Every inch of them is fused, every limbed intertwined with another. At every rise of her hips her nipples rub against his torso, creating a delicious friction between them.

She is aware that this entire situation is incredibly messy.

 The way there are leaves in her tangled hair, the fact that they are both sweating and covered in dirt from lying on the damp ground, her makeup is smudged and worn. The way his rough and unrestrained grunts fill the air and her nails rack over the entirety of his chest, leaving pink lines down his soft tan skin.

 It is animalistic and primal.

And she loves it.

A/N: Not quite as long as I would have liked it, but I really wanted to update tonight. Also as usual I apologize for any typos and be sure to leave feedback on what you thought ;o)

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lady-jayde-une:

rainbowthundercunt:

I didn’t even wait for all the gifs to load before I reblogged this…

I know I’ve reblogged this before, but it’s so fucking cute!

melindathecavalrymay:

suallenparker:

RATING: NC17

SPOILER: Season one, but without the very last heartbreaking moments of Phil going nuts.

SUMMARY: When their relationship crosses a line, both fight hard to keep things compartmentalized …

NOTES: See Part 1
This is for

wow!! wonderful writing!! can’t wait to read the next part!! 

pastelgothwannabe-tbh:

debosaurus:

manicpixiedreamskrillex:

trying-to-hide-the-pain:

cartgirl:

ohhhimjustagirl:

thinspocean:

still-moving-on:

m-isguidedghos-t:

Boys don’t understand the horrible view girls have of themselves
AMEN

Literally fml

I’ll always reblog this I think

I should show this to guys when they make comments.

no you dont understand how fucking accurate this is. 

The view if myself is the view that is the chub jest on my entire body

THE FACT THAT THIS IS CONCIDERED A AFUCKING HORRIBLE VIEW OF HOW GIRLS SEE THEMSELVES PISSES ME OFF AND MAKES ME WANT TO STAB MY BED OKAY
LADIES
LISTEN TO ME
YOU ARE FIRECRACKERS
YOU ARE A BLIZZARD
YOU ARE AN APOCALYPSE OF LOVE AND RAGE
YOU ARE NOT AND SHOULD NEVER BE DUMBED DOWN TO WHAT YOUR GODDAMN PERCENTAGE OF FAT TO MUSCLE IS 
YOU ARE BROKEN BONES AND SCRAPED KNEES AND THROATED SCREAMS AND YOU 
ARE
BEAUTIFUL
IF YOU LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
IF YOU DON’T LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
IF YOU THINK YOU LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL 
I AM SICK AND FUCKING TIRED OF SEEING WONDERFUL, SMART, TALENTED, WONDERFUL, BEAUTIFUL GIRLS HATING THEMSELVES BECAUSE OF AN UNREALISTIC EXPECTATION SET ON THEM AT A YOUNG AGE
YOU ARE PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE
OWN IT

I’ve reblogged this before but I never saw that comment and I’m actually crying omg

That comment was fucking beautiful. I am beautiful. We are all fucking beautiful.

pastelgothwannabe-tbh:

debosaurus:

manicpixiedreamskrillex:

trying-to-hide-the-pain:

cartgirl:

ohhhimjustagirl:

thinspocean:

still-moving-on:

m-isguidedghos-t:

Boys don’t understand the horrible view girls have of themselves

AMEN

Literally fml

I’ll always reblog this I think

I should show this to guys when they make comments.

no you dont understand how fucking accurate this is. 

The view if myself is the view that is the chub jest on my entire body

THE FACT THAT THIS IS CONCIDERED A AFUCKING HORRIBLE VIEW OF HOW GIRLS SEE THEMSELVES PISSES ME OFF AND MAKES ME WANT TO STAB MY BED OKAY

LADIES

LISTEN TO ME

YOU ARE FIRECRACKERS

YOU ARE A BLIZZARD

YOU ARE AN APOCALYPSE OF LOVE AND RAGE

YOU ARE NOT AND SHOULD NEVER BE DUMBED DOWN TO WHAT YOUR GODDAMN PERCENTAGE OF FAT TO MUSCLE IS 

YOU ARE BROKEN BONES AND SCRAPED KNEES AND THROATED SCREAMS AND YOU 

ARE

BEAUTIFUL

IF YOU LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

IF YOU DON’T LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

IF YOU THINK YOU LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL 

I AM SICK AND FUCKING TIRED OF SEEING WONDERFUL, SMART, TALENTED, WONDERFUL, BEAUTIFUL GIRLS HATING THEMSELVES BECAUSE OF AN UNREALISTIC EXPECTATION SET ON THEM AT A YOUNG AGE

YOU ARE PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE

OWN IT

I’ve reblogged this before but I never saw that comment and I’m actually crying omg

That comment was fucking beautiful. I am beautiful. We are all fucking beautiful.

love this pic :-) they’re so cute 

love this pic :-) they’re so cute 

dont-understand-anything:

i am in love

ssjdebusk:

i just keep reblogging this because people need to see and know this.