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Hugs, not drugs. ✌ IG: bedheadart IG: bedheadart🏼️

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Yo Halsey fans

I've got some tickets to the HFK tour in Philadelphia in October that I'm trying to sell because I can't go. $100 for both. Please message me.

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Brittany and Santana were revolutionary so 🤷🏼‍♂️ HAPPY PRIDE🌈

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I’m speechless. I love them so much that I can’t express myself.

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Happy Pride Month from Cosima and Delphine!!! God I love these babies.

[shittyidea]

Reverse Robin Hood where you rob the poor and give to the rich

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That's called capitalism

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just… this

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[itsleviosaaah]

Lexa is my religion

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[lornagonigall]

fuck his shit up Nancy you wild bitch

[diaphdiaph]

when you clock a queer girl in public and she clocks you back

[art]

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art:  Artist: Kayli Quinn/Bed Head Art @flunkedpunk​ 

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Available for prints by the artist here- https://society6.com/product/overmedicated_print#s6-6720420p4a1v45

[plandood]

Marceline’s favorite holiday

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when you come home from school and your mom ate all the cake 😂

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You can tell they have a great relationship 

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protect them

[federalbureauofislam]

do u ever see a boy and ur like… wow get the fuck away from me

[flunkedpunk]

People tell you to date your best friend. I dated two of those. I broke the thirds heart. The fourth I can only hope does not become past tense. I met the first girl that would break my heart when I was twelve years old. She was the first to love my art. When I was thirteen she was the only one who didn't bully me for having hair in my face and dark clothes. When I was fourteen she made faces at me when the band directors back was turned. When we both got our first boyfriends and I didn't know what to do, she organized a double date and cuddled me when he didn't stay. When I was sixteen she cut her hair short with me so that I didn't feel alone. And when my boyfriend was short with me she held my hand for the same reason. When I was seventeen she took me on my first date because nobody had ever taken me to the movies before. She was the only one who brought me food when I stopped eating. She payed attention to me when everyone else had grown sick of my self destruction. She was the first to call me the best girlfriend ever after she kissed me in the back of a dark room. She was the first girl I would see naked on my phone screen sent to me by another boy while she was still claiming she was mine. When I was twelve, I met the first girl I would hate. When I was twelve, I met the first friend I would not miss. She was not the first to cheat on me. I met the boy that would cheat on me for the first time when I was fifteen. We met on a trip and I fell asleep while listening to his iPod on the ride home. I fell for him while listening to him talk about how he wanted to change the world. He was the first person whose smile lit up my world. He was the first boy to make me feel important. When I was sixteen he was my second boyfriend. He was the first boy to break somebody else's heart for me. His car was the first I'd ride in that made me feel truly invincible in a way that only teenagers can. His car was the first I'd ride in that made me feel truly disgusting in a way that only a forced physicality can. When my mother screamed he was the only one to tell me that I did not have to tolerate it. He was my rock and gave me a reason to stop my game of choking myself with a noose made of hairbands. When I was sixteen I discovered that he was sleeping with another girl. He was the first one to make me feel like I deserved infidelity. He was the only one to drive to my house in tears to apologize. When I was sixteen, he gave me a ring pop promise. When I was seventeen he was still sleeping with another girl. When I was seventeen I threw that ring pop back at him in a bag of stolen shirts. He was the first boy that I loved. He was the first to make me sad. He was the first I could not hate. I still miss him in a way that anyone misses a best friend whose been tragically lost. I met the first girl whose heart I would break when I was fourteen. She told me I was cute when I laughed as we made stupid jokes in a joke of a class. She was so cool, she was the first girl I ever wanted to be. When I was fifteen I dated a blond boy and did not notice her looking at me. She gave me every bit of her attention when I spoke. She kept all of my drawings and secret notes. When I was sixteen I was too busy flirting with my best friends to see her falling for me. She was the first to tell me my company was toxic. She was the first to tell me I was worth something. When I was seventeen, I was so busy getting my heart broken that I didn't see her loving me. When my boyfriend stood me up, she was my first slow dance. I was too distracted to realize the significance of the urge to have her red lipstick on my lips instead of my cheek. When I had my first girlfriend, she was the only person I ever considered cheating with. She was too busy with her girlfriend to notice me looking at her. When we were both broken, we graduated together. She was such a bad ass that I owed her everything. She was the first girl I kissed first in the back of a dark room. She was the first girl to kiss back. She was the first girl that got away. She was the first to tell me that she had loved me all along. She was the first whose friendship I fought to keep. She was the only friend I didn't lose. My best friend is a girl who makes my every day brighter. When I was eighteen, she was the first to make me feel safe. She makes me feel safe every day. She is the fourth hand I have held, the fourth pair of lips I have kissed. I do not ever want a fifth. She is the first truly happy relationship I have ever been in. She is the only person who has truly grown by my side. I am nineteen and she is so patient when I tell her I have been broken. She is the first to make me feel like I am significant. She knows she is not the first and she tells me she will be the first who does not leave.

Life

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