michelle / florida


flower sheer socks


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a cool photoset


so cute

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I hate when guys are like “oh you’re not one of those girls that’s going to order a salad for dinner are you?” MAYBE I AM. MAYBE I FUCKING LIKE SALADS. HAVE YOU EVEN TASTED RASPBERRY VINAIGRETTE. 

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You are so used to your features, you don’t know how beautiful you look to a stranger.


happy birthday someone

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One day you lose something, and you say: ‘Oh my God. I was happy. And I didn’t even know it.’

The Breakfast Club (1985) dir. John Hughes

Saturday, March 24, 1984. Shermer High School, Shermer, Illinois, 60062.

Dear Mr. Vernon,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us — in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That’s the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed.

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a dog: makes a dog sound
me: i know, i know. i understand. me too


i feel like every single boy is a fuckboy. i feel like theres a fuckboy scale that goes from 1 to 10 that every single boy falls on. it’s not a question of whether a boy is a fuckboy or not but rather how bad of a fuckboy he is

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okay bitch you’ve swallowed cum voluntarily, you can take this goddamn wheat grass shot

Daisy. A girl as sweet as her name. This was last night, the sunset was incredible. 30.5.14.