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Birthday aesthetic

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What even was this show

just because you don’t look like somebody who you think is attractive doesn’t mean you aren’t attractive. flowers are pretty but so are christmas lights and they look nothing alike

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I don’t think anyone could’ve said it in a better way

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I reblog these things in the hope that someday I will grow to believe them.

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This is important to remember. While Freud played a crucial role in the development of modern psychology and therapy, his theories were all untestable at best and rampagingly sexist at worst. He had absolutely no empirical data and his theories, while very thought out, are complete bullshit. It is good to learn about him and his theories to have a basis for understanding modern psychology, but under no circumstances should his work be applied to anything beyond a historical and academic perspective.

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I am so thankful for this post

The Shining (1980)

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You've heard of assassin, now get ready for tiddytiddyout!

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Blackwater

by sixpenceee user decomprosed

This story was entered in the October 2016 story telling contest. Be sure to submit your story before it ends on Halloween!

Small town life can be rough. Sometimes, you feel downright cut off from the rest of the world. The smallest rumors rocket from the loudest throats and get caught in even the most unwilling of ears. Neighbors all know your every thought, Summers feel like forever, and everything got that unwashed stink of something familiar; everything seems endless. Simple life can be good if simple’s all you aim for. Momma always said I aimed high; I was an overachiever. Smart girl gonna go somewhere with her big brain. But every time she say that, every time she pay mind to my future, I saw the twinge of pain hidden deep behind her proud eyes like moss on a night river. Under every word that shone bright on her face, I heard the truth; I’m dark. Momma was blessed with creamy almond skin, but daddy passed his color onto me. We was the kinda dark that don’t hold no light, the kinda dark that no matter how far we come, we always gonna be dark. Daddy passed when I was a lil thing, only eight years. Now I only see his face in shadows.