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funkaah:

100% sure im ugly as hell and yet I still expect to be in a relationship with a hot person

story of my life

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red-lipstick:

Frecklefaced29 aka May Ann Licudine aka Mall (Philippines) - 1: Luna, 2012  2: Tora, 2010  3: La Nina, 2012  4-6: Unknown Titles  7: Kaoru, 2011    Drawings: Graphite on Paper

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relush:

headphones, everywhere I go, I have headphones. Because I need to block out the annoying people there are in my life.

(via fantasizingfunerals)

1000drawings:

by Agnes Cecile

(via lustylilacs)

sin-eater:

Luna Skull

depresant:

you all deserve someone who isnt embarrassed to love you and tells all their friends about you and saves your selfies, good and bad to look at when they miss you and loses sleep to talk to you and tells you how much they love you. i hope you all find that!

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lesdivebar:

Advice from the 6 bus
phiax:

check

I touched John Green’s crotch.

fishingboatproceeds:

sorethroatchampion:

It felt mushy.

If he sees this post it will be really awkward. Hopefully he’s too busy right now to be reading through posts he’s tagged in. 

*I should stress that it was an accident. He was stage diving. I was trying to hold him up. Hands ended up places. 

I remember you.

(Source: masturbatorynavelgazing, via softcuddling)

monogramouflage:

afgaganistan:



Omg it is literally perfect. The colors match and all.

"

This is the rape joke:
My best friend was four years old the first time his father came into his room at midnight and tore out his throat. He still has days when I cannot hold him because the memory of a bleeding trachea haunts his doorway. He has not been home for the holidays in many years, but – even now – hands are seen as weapons.

This is the rape joke:
I have been told by more than twenty people that they have been raped. To all of them, I asked where the rapist was. From none of them, I heard ‘jail.’

This is the rape joke:
Once my brother told me that I was so ugly, I would be a virgin forever. Unless someone raped me. But even they wouldn’t come back for seconds.

This is the rape joke:
I believed him.

This is the rape joke:
I now look at every woman on the street and wonder if the space between her legs is a crime scene, surrounded by ripped caution tape. The statistics tell me that this is so common that I will never be in a room that does not contain a survivor. Not even if I am in that room alone.

This is the rape joke:
I was thirteen years old, and he was supposed to be just a friend.

This is the rape joke:
When his older brother came home, the boy pulled away. He wiped the tears from my face and said ‘we should do this again some time.’

This is the rape joke:
When I finally told my parents, they asked what I had been wearing.

This is the rape joke:
I had been wearing my innocence. My trust. I had worn the love I held for humanity and expected to be treated well. I had never been taught that I would be that girl, the one who keeps a mine of secrets between her legs – that girl was the slut. I wasn’t supposed to be breakable.
What had I been wearing? I wore the rape joke, then I became it.

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This is the Rape Joke | d.a.s

After Lora Mathis’s poem “the Rape Joke

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(via let-me-love-ed)

hi:

hi:

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MY PARENTS LEFT ME HOME ALONE FOR THE WEEK EVERYONE COME OVER FOR A HUGE PARTY

update: it’s been 5 minutes and i’m walking around my house just in my underwear and moon shoes, party is getting pretty wild

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my teacher in class the other day said “Make sure you don’t do things on the internet you might regret, because they will most likely affect your future badly” then my good friend just looked at me and whispered really quietly “Moon shoes…”

(via consciouslydreaming)