Lorde for FILTER Magazine
Lorde for FILTER Magazine
I say I want to be skinny yet I am always eating. I say I want good grades yet I procrastinate until it’s too late. I say I don’t want to be alone as I put my headphones in and never talk to anyone. I say I want to be a better and happier person as I sit here and count all the ways I hate myself.
Wow this is me
I WAS TRYING TO DO A TRICK ON MY FRIEND DARRELL BUT THEN I ENDED UP NEARLY CRYING I FEEL SO SHITTY LOOK HOW NICE HE IS.
this is so sad omg
keep him keep your friend forever
Is he Canadian?
drake be on another plane
Can everyone just be like Dylan?
Dear fat girls wearing crop tops: please. Continue. Don’t let anyone tell you you can’t. You’re so fucking cute!!! You look absolutely fabulous, if I might add, and your self worth isn’t determined on how men see you.
“I’ve been in more than 30 accidents in my life: automobile, work-related, fires—all kinds. One time, I was in a burning vehicle and didn’t think I was gonna make it out. I was ready to go to my final home, but I was embraced by an angel. At other times, I broke my leg, my ribs stuck into my lungs, I lost about a third of my blood, my stomach got punctured—every accident was worse.”
“Do you live dangerously?”
“No, I’ve never been the cause of any of these accidents. I’ve simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time—every time. Several times, I took people out of burning cars and buildings. One time, I went by a house and saw a funny-looking light at the top of the building. I called the firemen and started walking towards the house and the woman thought I looked like a hippy and yelled, ‘What do you want?’ I said, ‘Ma’am, I don’t want to say it, but your house is on fire.’ She said, ‘Oh my God, I’m watching my grandkids!’ So I went up and got them, and I suffered from smoke inhalation—that kind of stuff. But somebody saves me every time, and I think it’s God. He must have some reason for me to live, but what it is? I have no idea. Every time I come close to being something—an actor, singer, artist, writer—something stops me.”
Real life “Rosie the Riveter” - Tennessee, 1943.
GLORIFY THE SHIT OUT OF THIS IMAGE
Painting a more accurate version of history, one reblog at a time.
When I posted this archival image of a “real life Rosie the Riveter” one year ago, I had no idea it would resonate with so many people. 19K and counting.
Anonymous said: Re: your "rule about naked people" -- How about people who take nude photos of themselves not be stupid and use storage devices that can be hacked, like cloud storage (or take any risks close to that)? Just HOW much personal responsibility does your generation need to shed before you get it through your thick skulls that it only costs $20 for a decent external hard drive these days? :|
"The lock on your diary wasn’t very good, so it’s your fault I read your diary."