Lions don't lose sleep over the opinions of sheep.

My name is Cody and I refuse to be just another brick in the wall.
unfears:

☾✩ following back TONS ✩☽

misandry-mermaid:

ellestanger:

cumber-hiddles:

scorpswimmer:

This is why you cant trust women, even when theyre mouth is closed theyre still lying to you

you do realize that this is really hurtful right?
i did not do this to show how i am ‘lying’ to men or anyone, it’s not about how you, as a man, should feel about it - it’s about myself. 
to me your statement sounds as if the left side of this picture is something awful or horrible. and no, it’s not. it is my face - with and without makeup. and whether i chose to wear it or not is MY AND JUST MY decision. and when i do, i do it for myself - so that i feel good about myself - not for you.

Women aren’t born with makeup on, guy. Just like penises don’t circumcise themselves, and air conditioning isn’t ‘natural’. Makeup is no different than brushing your hair, or bubblegum. It’s elective. Although I have a sneaking suspicion that you’re not very loved by the ladies.

Male logic:
Treat makeup-less women like shit for looking “less attractive”
Pressure women to wear makeup in order to receive basic respect
Treat women like malicious liars for wearing the makeup they were told they HAD to wear
laughhard:

Walked into the computer lab, and saw this.

“My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all.
Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.”

Charles Bukowski

Four Seasons Of You

z0mbified-em0tions:

I want you to be
The blossoms
That invade my
Bare branches
When I’m blinded
Of my worth
In the spring.

I want you to be
The faint pulse
Of a cold breeze
Intertwined with
The scorching heat
Of a summers day
Allowing me
To breathe.

I want you to be
The satisfaction
I embrace
When the shades
Of autumn leaves
Crunch in rhythm
Beneath my feet.

I want you to be
The heat lurking
Among my layers
Of winter clothes
When my bones
Are rattling like
An unhinged door
In a torrential storm.

I track the tag z0mbified-em0tions

datagoddess:

This is a good reason to always carry sidewalk chalk in the car.
solyss:

She thinks she is helping me study
but this makes turning the pages a little complicated.
Love her