But once you start thinking of how you can spend your days and nights with them, what their laugh would sound like in the silence of your thoughts, the way your head might rest on their shoulder perfectly, the way their hair would look in the morning with tangled bed sheets, the way their hand would fit in yours, the way they may like a song, the way their smile would be a reason for you to wake up, and how you want to get to know every bit of their soul - it makes you realize how much you want to have them in your life, and how much you are really screwed.
I think of how nice it would be, to get to know every little bit of you. (via dollpoetry)
Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I’ll choke you with the same hand I fed you with.
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hydrophobic-pirate:

On 9th August 2014, unarmed 18 year old Michael Brown was shot by police officer Darren Wilson in Ferguson, Missouri, sparking social unrest that continues to this day. Here is a petition to prevent police misconduct.

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findingquentin:

there was a guy at the park today who was quentin tarantino so i asked him “are you quentin tarantino” and he said “no” so it actually wasn’t quentin tarantino but i feel like i’m getting close

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hot-topic-trash-baby:

I want to be spoiled but I also feel extremely guilty when people use money on me

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queersins:

is there a word for “i’m okay but it’s a fragile kind of okay so be gentle with me”? 

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I’m tired of talking about feminism to men.

I’m tired of explaining to men that the feminist movement will, in fact, benefit them as well as women. I’m tired of trying to hawk gender equality like I’m some kind of car salesman showing off a shiny new sedan, explaining all of its bells and whistles. I’m tired of smiling through a thousand thoughtless microaggressions, tired of providing countless pieces of evidence, tired of being questioned on every. Single. Damn. Thing.I’m tired of proving that microaggressions exist, tired of proving that I’m unfairly questioned and asked for proof. For a movement that’s centered around the advancement and empowerment of women, why do I feel like I’m supposed to spend so damn much of my time carefully considering how what I say and do will be taken by men?

I’m tired of men who insert themselves into feminist spaces with claims of hurt feelings. I’m tired of men who somehow manage to make every issue about them. I’m tired of men like the one who recently stopped by a friend’s Facebook thread in order to call feminism “c*nty”, then lecture the women involved for being too “hostile” in their responses to him. I’m tired of men telling me that my understanding of feminism and rape culture are wrong, as if these aren’t things that I have studied intensely. I’m tired of men who claim to be feminist allies, then abuse that position to their own advantage. I’m so fucking exhausted by the fact that I know that I will have to, at some point in this piece, mention that I understand that not all men are like that. I will have to note that some men are good allies. And all of those things are true! And all of you good allies get cookies! But honestly,I’m tired of handing out cookies to people just because they’re decent fucking human beings.
gemmacorrell:

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lanashiftdelrey:

friends: how can u still wear black, its summer

me:

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