Shaena | 22 | San Francisco | Young heart, old soul.

The following is a paradoxical account of what goes on in my head. Ever changing, ever passionately curious.

Also, disclaimer: Not that anyone spends extensive amounts of time on my blog or anything, but, in the case that someone is offended by a photo, I'd just like to point out that there are some posts shown on my blog that have undisplayed commentary due to the tumblr theme I've chosen.

caelas:

saying feminism is unnecessary because you don’t feel oppressed is like saying fire extinguishers are unnecessary because your house isn’t on fire

(via thetoneofsurprise)


" I love you, but I’m mad at you is one of the most freeing, important things you can say in a stable relationship. Does that make sense? To know that you have the ability and the right to be mad at someone and know that it doesn’t mean things are over, that it doesn’t mean things are irreparable. That it just means I’m mad, but God, I love you. I love you. Now leave me alone. "
" For me, I am driven by two main philosophies: know more today about the world than I knew yesterday and lessen the suffering of others. You’d be surprised how far that gets you. "
" If someone called me pretty, I’d sneer and smear more glitter on my face. I didn’t want to be just pretty — I was wild, crazy and free. I talked about sex, about drinking. When men do that, it’s rock and roll, but when I did it, people assumed I was a train wreck. I played confident but still felt like an outcast. "

ways to be okay with the horrible music i will have to endure tonight:

1) get ridiculously drunk

2) get ridiculously more drunk 


desirethepositive:

I want to open a really angry coffee shop called “I’m Not a Morning Person” and name all the drinks really angrily

like “can I get a Fuck You” or a “I’m Studying for Finals” or “My In-Laws are in Town”

and they all have shots of tequila in them

who wants to be my business partner

(via flannelandsatin)