nymphoninjas:

trouble & ninja,

while exploring today we found ourselves in an overgrown blueberry patch. the thick moss beneath our feet was soft like carpeting and the morning sun was filtering just right through the blueberry bushes. perfect opportunity to ditch the clothes and be one with nature. enjoy the long weekend!

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Oh my gosh, so fucking gorgeous. Incredibly beautiful lighting and you captured your passion so nicely. I adore how strong his grip is on her body, and the wedding ring on his finger is so nice to see. These are definitely the best photos you’ve captured so far and I feel very lucky to have them be a part of SS. 

mothergothell:

recoveringheroinaddict:

People who understand you have a busy life and will patiently wait for replies (◕‿◕✿)

People who understand you’re a lazy ass piece of shit and will patiently wait for replies (◕‿◕✿)

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It may have been in pieces but I gave you the best of me.
J. Morrison  (via zapach-wiatru)

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10knotes:

catsbeaversandducks: My Adopted Cat Is The Best Climbing Partner Ever

Via Bored Panda

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themanicpixiedreamgrrrl:

mustardwketchup:

These Fabulous Swimsuits Are Designed Specifically for Breast Cancer Survivors

And they’re modelled by some seriously glam women.

This is amazing.

sex-is-about-power:

Mmmmmmm, Daddy likes this princess

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We were grabbing a bite of lunch at a small cafe, in a mall, right across from a booth that sold jewelry and where ears could be pierced for a fee. A mother approaches with a little girl of six or seven years old. The little girl is clearly stating that she doesn’t want her ears pierced, that’s she’s afraid of how much it will hurt, that she doesn’t like earrings much in the first place. Her protests, her clear ‘no’ is simply not heard. The mother and two other women, who work the booth, begin chatting and trying to engage the little girl in picking out a pair of earrings. She has to wear a particular kind when the piercing is first done but she could pick out a fun pair for later.

"I don’t want my ears pierced."

"I don’t want any earrings."

The three adults glance at each other conspiratorially and now the pressure really begins. She will look so nice, all the other girls she knows wear earrings, the pain isn’t bad.

She, the child, sees what’s coming and starts crying. As the adults up the volume so does she, she’s crying and emitting a low wail at the same time. “I DON’T WANT MY EARS PIERCED.”

Her mother leans down and speaks to her, quietly but strongly, the only words we could hear were ‘… embarrassing me.’

We heard, then, two small screams, when the ears were pierced.

Little children learn early and often that ‘no doesn’t mean no.’

Little children learn early that no one will stand with them, even the two old men looking horrified at the events from the cafeteria.

Little girls learn early and often that their will is not their own.

No means no, yeah, right.

Most often, for kids and others without power, ”no means force.”


from "No Means Force" at Dave Hingsburger’s blog.

This is important. It doesn’t just apply to little girls and other children, though it often begins there.

For the marginalized, our “no’s” are discounted as frivolous protests, rebelliousness, or anger issues, or we don’t know what we’re talking about, or we don’t understand what’s happening.

When “no means force” we become afraid to say no.

(via k-pagination)

I wonder
whose arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved.

this becomes almost deeper when you think of non-romantic loves too (via asimetricna-vagina)

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