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hi guys y'all ever feel like the essence of your soul is a wretched, rotten, dried and forgotten fruit

"Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door"

liberalsarecool

Conservative politics are an incubator for the worst people to manipulate the dullest of minds.

Conspiracy theories give the D-student oxygen.

khachkars

A random collection of beautiful tumblr post

radicalgraff

"FREE LUIGI

Deny Defend Depose

EAT THE CEOs"

Sticker spotted in Portland, Oregon

remanence-of-love

xiranjayzhao

You'll see this in a textbook one day.

(Source: AP Photo / Pamela Smith)

letsbelonelytogetherr

“I love you, but I’m mad at you is one of the most freeing, important things you can say in a stable relationship. Does that make sense? To know that you have the ability and the right to be mad at someone and know that it doesn’t mean things are over, that it doesn’t mean things are irreparable. That it just means I’m mad, but God, I love you. I love you. Now leave me alone.”

— unknown (via psych-facts)

maniccherrygirl

lilyflxwers

sources: ophelia, act IV, scene V // traci brimhall, dear eros // unknown // suzanne scanlone, promising young women // destiny, fieldplates gauntlets // camille rankine, emergency management // fatima aamer bilal, being unwanted is a language // unknown

were--ralph

MANIFEST

chiosstuff

us airman aaron bushnell set himself on fire outside the israeli embassy, declaring he would "not be complicit in genocide".

it will be free palestine till i die

a-purple-girl

every year my parents manage to do something that is a pile of shit on top of my prestablished misery and l scream and l cry and l yell and l sob and l weep and I shout and they hand me 40$ and send me to the psychiatrist again until she decides that I'm all fixed and patched up then another year passes and the same thing happens and they send me to another psychiatrist and then the year passed and my stitches start to tear and my insides start to rot, slowly slipping out through the tears in my patches so they'll send me to another psychiatrist and another one and another one until all that s left of me is the thread that once was many patches and a ghost of who i was