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franktwitchy:

ionicsky:

sunlightcomingthroughwindows:

It’s so hard to fall asleep at night. Every position I roll into, I know how you form around me but you’re not here to hold me. I miss you so fucking bad; there are universes, gardens, villages dying inside of me. I promised myself I would never get attached to someone like this. But you were so beautiful, so calming. When we touched, I could feel myself grow warm and I thought I would be okay. Now I’m laying between cold, wrinkled sheets and I can still taste you on the tip of my tongue saying, “I’ll miss you but we’ll be okay.” 

summer has begun but it’s a cold, long winter in my heart.

:(
wearetylerspeople:

the-uncalm-nipples:

nodaybuttodaytodefygravity:

nateriot:

Obama on gay adoption 


yeah totally ruining this country what a horrible guy

Fun fact: Obama has attempted to fix almost everything that he promised to fix, but the republicans have voted almost all of his bills out of congress. He’s not the problem.

Fun fact: Obama doesn’t make laws, Congress does.
badrapper:

awwww-cute:

Went kayaking with my girlfriend and we made the cutest friend!

excuse me WHY are his hands up i cant handle this

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I would need a bigger book…
whenwilligetmyrights:

“Every time someone says we don’t need feminism anymore, things like this come to mind. Due to insufficient dowry this young girl’s husband lacerated her face with a razor blade.” (Gwalior - India) - ph. Adrian Fisk

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lovelyardie:

itsramez:

please be courteous this 4th. of July if you have a veteran in your neighborhood 

actually signal boost this please
chanel-smokes:


me
kushandwizdom:

More?

My older brother received a call at two pm on a Thursday,
That his roommate from college
And best friend from high school;
Overdosed and died,
Last Wednesday night.

My brother is 25 years old.
He missed three days of work, sat at home in the dark,
And cried for the first time in six months.
This is not poetry.

My father is very, very sick.
He sleeps for seven hours,
To build up a half hour of strength,
Just so he can pick me up from school.
He hasn’t been well in over a year.
And still,
He prays every night, “Thank you God, for making this happen to me, and not my children.”

I am swallowed in fear,
That soon enough, he will go to bed,
And never wake up.
This is not poetry.

There are thousands of people,
fighting cancer,
and war,
and death,
just to have one more day,
In hopes that it will get better.

And still,
You people glorify sadness,
and long for your death,
because apparently life,
is just too much of a burden.
Wake up, your ignorance is sickening.
Your life is thousands of times more beautiful,
Than your death will be.

— For My Father, S.Skavdahl (via girltaurus)

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