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[allthebestamanda]

Mug shits?

Hahahahahahaha plz stop.

[allthebestamanda]

Mom says, "Why don't you go to actual parties? See your friends?" 

Sure, I make plans. I make plans, but I don't wanna go. I make plans, because I know I should want to go. I know sometimes I would have wanted to go. It's just not that much fun having fun when you don't wanna have fun, Mom.

[blua]

If you’re a “nice guy” to a girl up until you realize she doesn’t want to date you, then go on about how she’s a cold shrew that friendzoned you and how no girls date nice guys, like, nah mate, girls do date nice guys. You just aren’t a nice guy. You’re a passive aggressive beta with internalized misogyny and a serious victim complex.

[fleurishes]

1. The Victorians honored human hair because it was the only trait of the body that remained after death. I shaved my legs in your shower. I hid long strands of myself in your pillowcases. That is all that is left. 2. Thinking of someone else during sex is a cardinal sin punishable by nothing. 3. The heart is wanting. The heart is perpetually two-years-old. The heart is bad at sharing. The heart is a hungry gas tank. The heart is not a metaphor. 4. When the teacher asks you what grade you think you deserve, you will always say B+. 5. 90% of Americans will vote for Obama because the night before the election, he will slow dance with his wife and kiss her forehead and we will want so badly to believe that they actually fucking love each other. 6. Writing a list of ways I could be better and writing a suicide note are the same thing. 7. The heart lives in a packed elevator. It doesn’t know what floor its waiting for but it wants it wants it wants to get off. 8. The Victorians believe when you write a poem from an airplane that moment becomes suspended in the sky forever, like a ornament in God’s mobile. So now you know: somewhere between Phoenix and Las Vegas, a thousand miles up, there you are like a grocery list pinned to blue.

Sierra DeMulder, “Facts Written From an Airplane”  (via weaverofstars)

[surfandwrite]

Let’s be honest here - I am not the girl men fall in love with. I am the girl that men want to fuck. I am a conquest. A prize. A show. I could count on five hundred fingers the number of people that have professed, “I like you. You’re different. You’re an interesting girl.” Apparently I’m not fascinating enough for you to want to hold for more than a one night stand. Once as I finished swimming a sea of blankets and got left stranded on the shore, I asked myself: What’s wrong with me? What am I doing? Am I not good enough for anybody? And right before I could drown again, the sun woke up and said, “You are. You are enough. Forget the men whose hands have groped your hips in search for answers to questions you’ve never even heard of. Do not settle for people who do not appreciate you, who do not know how lucky they are. Remember it is a privilege to be loved by you, or even just to be touched by you, and the warmth of another body does not define your worth. These men - they think that they can own you with their drunken stares and roughened arms, but I have circled the earth a thousand times to feed the light flowing inside your skin. Do not waste it by illuminating those who can not even be bothered to learn your last name.” So that night when the moon tried once more to pin me down, I told him: I am made of sunlight, crashing waves, and fireworks. You think you can tame me and cool my flesh? I am the girl who plays with matches, and trust me I play it well. Lord knows I’ve walked through villages leaving a pile of destruction in my wake. My heart is a bushfire and the next time you try to control me, darling, make no mistake - I will burst out and ravage you in flames. I’ll burn you to the ground. (This isn’t a test.)

Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | For All The Girls With Messy Hearts, And To The Men Whose Skin Have Tasted Mine (via surfandwrite)

OOOOO!

(via emilyyhaash)

[rydenarmani]

my hobbies

switching between the same three apps for hours

not speaking to anyone for days at a time

listening to the same songs i have been listening to for 20 years

imagining myself in situations that will literally never exist

[lexislost]

I wish people didn’t think silence was awkward, just enjoy it. Not every space has to be filled with words.

[organicst-blog]

[rurallyyours]

[lora-mathis]

Poem of Perseverance, Lora Mathis (2016) 

[fuckyeahjapanandkorea]

[saywhat-politics]

Alabama Republicans File Bill To Take Away Food Stamps If You Own A Car

Needy families must now choose between being able to take their kids to school or being able to feed them.

[entitledrichpeople]

This would be especially terrible for rural people.  I don’t live in Alabama, but I do live in a rural area with no public transportation, period. 

Unless someone can drive you somewhere in a car, when you’re in a very rural area, you can’t go anywhere at all.  Even the closest gas station is over 10 miles away from my house.  It’s an additional 10 miles to a grocery store or doctor’s office.  And some of the specialists I see for my health are over 200 miles away, which is like a 400 mile round trip.

Cars are very important in many cities, particularly for people who live in neighborhoods without good public transportation and for disabled people for whom public transportation may not be accessible.

But there’s no way to really survive for most in rural areas unless someone in the household or a consistently available community member has a car to take you places.

[heartbreakhur]

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[basdos]