Hag stones, also known as Holey Stones or Witch Stones, are stones that have a naturally occurring hole and are usually found near oceans and other bodies of water. They are said to be powerful protection talismans, and when worn or carried they protect the bearer from curses, hexes, negative spirits, and harm. They have also been used to prevent nightmares, being strung on a bedpost or placed underneath pillows. It is also believed that if you peer through the hole of the stone that you can see the Fae Folk and otherworldly entities. If one broke, it is thought to have used its power to protect a life.
10:41 pm • 1 October 2014 • 77,198 notes
My roommate and I have had far too much coffee and I think our neighbors hate us
WHO DID THIS
I just choked on my food
10:04 pm • 1 October 2014 • 131,887 notes
can you believe that there are legal nipples and illegal nipples
10:02 pm • 1 October 2014 • 221,990 notes
romanticise the fuck out of your identity. build a shining palace around your identity and decorate it with sparkles and shit if you want. it’s yours. no one else gets a say
9:48 pm • 1 October 2014 • 11,490 notes
Men and Women, stages of fear
Men’s biggest fear is that women will laugh at them. Women’s biggest fear is that men will kill them.” Margaret Atwood#YesAllWomen
10:16 am • 1 October 2014 • 76,538 notes
Don’t forget we have to wake up Green Day tomorrow.
Ok just a reminder to everyone: If you’re planning on tweeting billie joe armstrong “wake up” or something tomorrow, DON’T. The song is about his father’s death and so it’s really personal and treating it like a joke isn’t the right thing to do. Plus he’s asked so many times for people to stop and no one listens so yeah. Please don’t do that.
9:55 pm • 30 September 2014 • 411,661 notes
One of my biggest insecurities is my stretch marks. After I had my son I was covered in them. It’s been over two years and the deep gashes have made no progress on disappearing.
So in an attempt to try to not hate them (and myself) as much, here they are.
Women are incredible
8:00 pm • 30 September 2014 • 34,063 notes
"She taught me how to dance. We actually met at a graduation party. I was the only one not on the dance floor, and her friend bet her that she couldn’t get me to dance. I’d already said ‘no’ to ten girls, but she talked me into it. We were together 55 years. She died eight years ago, but I still dance every day."
(Mexico City, Mexico)
3:41 pm • 30 September 2014 • 10,676 notes