beautiful melodies telling me terrible things

e m i l y. 23. Boise, Moscow, ID. Vegan Bi Cis-female. Instagram: Germanshepherd_mom

[pashionforfashion21allday]

[hypnictwitch]

“[Vanessa Jackson] admitted to police that she intentionally set him on fire because shooting him would have been ‘too nice’.”

[angerylesbian-deactivated201608]

a true american hero

[puckingfussy]

Good

[ithelpstodream]

[thatadult]

sending “I hope you get that job” vibes to the people out here tryna get jobs

[theeeprotagonist]

reblogging for yall bc the shit worked for me lol

[blkmedusa]

Karma will pop me if I don’t

[feminist-bitch-4e]

I hope people are having more luck then I am. Telling people that finding work after you graduate college is easy is a sick joke

[feminist-bitch-4e]

I tilt my head back and breathe in. The night sky splits above me and the stars fall around me like bits of shattered glass. Broken pieces of me, repressed memories, all the things I want to forget. Instead they cut me open. Blood flows from the new wounds, causing nightmares and flashbacks to times I wish to forget. It washes away my dignity and self worth. I’m fighting back the demons that consume the light around me. I am naked in the darkness. Darkness that was once illuminated by the stars that guided me to a new life, a better self. I’m screaming into the void in the hope that someone will help pull me back to a place of peace. A new night. One full of twinkling stars, shimmering my pale, naked skin in the moonlight. Exposing me. Yet, I do not feel exposed. Instead I see the moonlight casting shadows on my skin. I feel beautiful, but still fragile in the night. I am becoming me again.

[feminist-bitch-4e]

I can’t even remember the last time I posted anything on here, but I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep because every time I fall asleep I feel the emotional abuse over and over again. I hear the breeze outside, the birds singing, what usually sooths my soul is now noise trying to drown out the battle going on in my head. An insidious reminder of the life I had three years ago. I crawled down the long hard road out of hell. I exorcised the demons haunting my soul. I thought I did. As the vast ocean of confusion spreads through my mind, I can for a split second, find my truth. Latch on to my truth. But it's swept away into the undertow, the dark crevices harboring memories I've fought to forget. I can feel myself reaching for the surface, reaching to hold on to something sturdy, something that won't let me descend into the darkest corners of my soul. I cling on to whatever it was that for a split second, validated my feelings and emotions. I latch on to it, and then I'm entangled in the forests below the break, as they drag me back into the abyss. And then I reach again for the surface. Hold my breath and hope that I fight my way back up again. And the it begins again. How do you move on from something that still haunts you? How do you forget about the past you've worked so hard to put behind you, when the person who created your demons comes back for more? Who still finds a way to sink their claws into your soul. Where they twist the knife deeper into you, destroying your dignity and smearing your name. Exposing you. Humiliating you for something you didn't do. It's methodical. It's a design, a design crafted for you. A design where you are a pawn in the game that has now been set.

[feminist-bitch-4e]

I fucking love having a bong

[charmers]

[feminist-bitch-4e]

River dog ❤️

[iwoofjaneway-deactivated2016060]

“ It’s armor. On a woman. It doesn’t have to look feminine.”

[lizstaley]

If I ever don’t reblog this, it’s because I’m dead.

[yougottahaveagimmick]

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas

[wnq-music]

The moon is closer to the sun than I am to anyone.

Nada Surf, “80 Windows,” The Proximity Effect (via wnq-music)

[think-progress]

More Than 120 Central Americans Taken Into Custody In Large-Scale Deportation Raid

"They were not able to identify the car, no logos. The only thing is that six agents came in the house and two of them were wearing dark jackets with the word 'POLICE' on the back."

Don’t open your door. Ask for a warrant when a stranger knocks on your door. Memorize the phone numbers of relatives and lawyers.

These are just some of the pieces of advice that immigrant advocates have been giving Central Americans who entered the country after May 2014, now that the Obama administration has begun an aggressive immigration operation targeting them for deportation in the new year.

[feminist-bitch-4e]

This kind of stuff absolutely breaks my heart

[usbghost-blog]

I respect bees more than I respect white men in positions of power

[fuzzycricket]

that’s because we actually need bees

[attractive-but-illegible]

Study tip

Don’t be afraid to make your notes be funny. If writing stuff like “Priests weren’t supposed to have side hoes because God was their main hoe” helps you remember that Priests were banned from having concubines, then go ahead and write that shit. Live your life.

[chrissongzzz]

if this doesn’t scare you, i’m not sure how we can all escape.

[brysheregrays-moved-deactivated]

*iPhone storage full* I DIDNT ASK FOR IBOOKS, APPLE WATCH, TIPS, HEALTH, PASSBOOK. OR PODCAST!!!

[tell-my-mother-not-to-worry]

My life struggle summed up

[mooonbride]

If you don’t understand why people don’t like the big bang theory, once in an episode the cast was at a comic store browsing and a woman walked in, and one of the leads said “Is she lost?” and that was the joke.

[renamok]

This woman confronts racism in the funniest way possible.

[talesofthestarshipregeneration]

YESSSSSSS

[micdotcom]

Viola Davis has never shied away from harsh truths. On Tuesday, Davis spoke to the Stuart House (a nonprofit for sexually abused children) about trauma in her own family.  Through her speech, she explained how abuse changes survivors’ lives and what she wishes she could say to her sister now: “I wish I could tell my sister …”