Just like you shouldn’t shop for groceries while hungry, you shouldn’t browse dating apps while horny
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Just like you shouldn’t shop for groceries while hungry, you shouldn’t browse dating apps while horny
do you ever
do you ever just have
that one class
that one freaking class
that just depresses you when you think about it because
oh god you hate it so much
The bourgeoisie
It’s kinda sad when you realize the person you used to tell everything to, now has no idea of what’s happening with your life
10 pieces of advice to give yourself at the age of 20
At the age of 11, you learned that perfection does not always mean a flat tummy and a thigh gap. Go on and eat that second piece of cookie that you crave so much.
At the age of 12, you learned that just because you call her “mom” and him as “dad,” it doesn’t mean they inherently know how to be that. Also, suicide poison is not the cure for everything, it’s not a cure at all.
At the age of 13, you learned the difference between giving up and taking a rest. You might have given it your all but not make it. Remember to disregard everything that comes after but.
At the age of 14, you learned that standing up for everyone else does not mean that all of them will stand up for you when you need someone. Not one of them would be the first one to defend you, that spot is reserved for your name.
At the age of 15, you learned that people rarely mean what they say even if as a writer, you deem each and every word important. Learn to know the voices that speak sincerity and the voices that are just trying to get into your pants.
At the age of 16, you learned that letting go of people that only brings toxicity in your life is never a crime. Thinking about your own peace of mind does not make you selfish. Neither does placing yourself above that last number on your priority list.
At the age of 17, you learned that giving yourself to everyone willing could only lead to one thing: your own’s deterioration. Dear, you are more precious than someone who can’t even look into your eyes in the morning.
At the age of 18, you learned that loving and accepting yourself are two different things. Placing yourself in situations you are well aware of your self distraction is never loving yourself.
At the age of 19, you learned that lovers are not the only ones that can break your heart. People stay and go for a reason. Remember to treasure the rightful ones that life allowed to stay.
You’re 20 now and life has never been what you expected and planned it to be and that’s possibly the greatest thing that can happen into your life. You’re a writer but life writes with you, know when to let it leave significant marks and know when your own pen should be the one doing so.
written by bleakfantasies, writing prompt #62: list 10 pieces of advice you’d give yourself
(via wnq-writers)
One of the most bittersweet feelings has to be when you realise how much you’re going to miss a moment, while you’re still living it.
Wonder how fast we could crowdfund it.
Didn’t they arrest him?
oh man. he dead…
His name is Edward Crawford.
For real tho. He was hands down murdered by the police. A lot of notable figures from Ferguson were found dead in the same manner and police labeled them all suicides which ,as we all know, is complete and utter bullshit.
If we could get statues of anyone it really is Edward Crawford. If I can get in contact with a sculptor or some shit with permission from Crawford’s family I will set up the Fund Page in a heart beat.
Omg he died!?!
Like they said, Edward died in a suspicious manner similar to several other notable protestors officially ruled a suicide and here’s some links:
http://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/ferguson-protester-edward-crawford-subject-iconic-photo-found-dead-n755401 http://www.cnn.com/2017/05/05/us/ferguson-iconic-photo-death-trnd/index.html
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til the morning sky, you’re my morning sky
PSA: It’s probably best to leave a mushroom where it is. Don’t pull them from the ground for your shitty insta account.
lol, so true.
its actually not really true tho mushrooms literally dont get harmed by being picked from the ground it does not kill the organism bc mushrooms are simply fruiting bodies on networks of mycelium and often times helps them spread their spores
mushroom discourse
Date someone who you could have fun at the grocery store with
honestly, i love grocery shopping this is such a big factor.
“Where do you go when sleep doesn’t fix you?”
“I don’t want to die, I just don’t want to exist any more” sounds mild if you’ve never experienced it, but it is in fact a horrible, violent way to feel.
Anderson Cooper saving a boy in Haiti during a shooting. A slab of concrete was dropped of the boys head.
Anderson fucking Cooper, everyone.
Some journalists like to be strictly observers. they don’t intervene, they don’t participate. they just document what they see, even if what they see is terrible. But the way I see it, journalists don’t exist in a vacuum. They are human beings, living and working in a very human environment. And that humanity is essential in relating to their stories. When you lose your humanity, you lose any kind of journalistic integrity you have left.
#nevernotreblog
this is the guy who found out one of his ancestors was killed by one of his slaves and was like “he had it coming”