May 2013
ashtrayb replied to your post: When’s the last time you were truly passionate…
The weeks before The Dark Knight Rises came out.
lol i cannot w/ u rn
When’s the last time you were truly passionate about something? So passionate it was all you thought about, talked about, and obsessed over?
ryat-assassin:
Shout out to all you hairy and not so hairy queer girls
Girls who like kissing other girls
Girls who were told they were not girls
Girls that have foresty pubes and hairy toes
Girls that shave everything and paint themselves and look fabulous
Queer girls
You’re all so hot and lovely
yeAH
sugarplumsandgunshots:
white people think wanting better schooling, food, job opportunities, representation and living conditions is entitlement but they get offended when you tell them they can’t say nigga and wear black face and do satire.
i guess.
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OMFG squidbillies is a really fucked up and bizarre show.
I think I understand the toxicity within me now. I know where it’s coming from and I think I know how to fix it. I just hope those around me are loving, patient, and understanding.
“To be a Negro in this country and to be relatively conscious is to be in a rage...”
– James Baldwin (via aninvisibleman)
“Lord, help me say no to new pussy cause these bitches is out here.”
– My friend after being in a relationship for 1 day. (via hervacationh0me)
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[[MORE]]There are some really bad days. Days where every nerve in my body is pulling me back into bed, urging me to cry, or keeping my shoulders slumped.
Yesterday was one of those days. It was the aftermath of my first real almost-suicidal attempt in a long while and I wanted to stay in bed and cry all day. Fuck the gym. Fuck going outside.
But I made myself get up. It took me an hour just to...
when someone tries to tell me what to do I start singing Grown Woman
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“I align myself with people who support my growth. If you meet someone whose soul...”
– Dr. Wayne Dyer (via diremoonwolf)
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Plagued
[[MORE]]I wanted to walk in front of a moving bus yesterday. I was so close to doing that, it was really scary to feel like that again. I didn’t want to live anymore and I didn’t care what happened to me.
I had to sit somewhere and collect myself and really understand why I wanted to feel like that, what forces were haunting me, and where they came from.
jiminxir:
And while it is all beautiful, appearing strong, the flower is still delicate. Roots, stem, petals and all.
