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A part of me wants you in the most innocent way possible: taking off your shoes in my bedroom, climbing under the sheets and watching whatever’s in my Netflix queue, barely even touching as we talk about our days until we fall asleep with our clothes still on. But another, hungrier part of me wants you unbuttoning your shirt before you’re completely through my door, falling onto my bed, and scrambling to make your fingers unbutton my shirt faster Your mouth shaking out my name the entire time.

Safe To Say A Lot’s Going Through My Head When I Think About You |Lora Mathis (via band-of-thieves)

teenage-disillusion-blog

If someone ever tells you a certain song is important to them you should turn it up and lay on your bed and close your eyes and really listen to it even if its 10 minutes long because at the end you will know that person much better I think

pleasetakemeoutofmybody

My love for this post is unbelievable.

sarascoggs

Yep.

mattandjones

When ur hair won’t listen to you and its a mess and ur just like ???? I grew you myself??? I gave you life and this is how you repay me??

omg-relatable

kushandwizdom

Your mind is beautiful, so divine.

Mark Patterson, @Expherience (via kushandwizdom)

kushandwizdom

Surround yourself with positive people who make you wanna be a happier person. Those people are once in a lifetime. Keep them close.

Mark Patterson, @Expherience (via kushandwizdom)

pepper-arts

lets be friends

letsbefriends

letsbefriands

letsbefrians

letsbifrians

lesbifrans

lesbians

attractionns

I just want somebody who will never stop choosing me.

A.G. (via maddyidk)

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A silent protest in Love Park, downtown Philadelphia orchestrated by performance artists protesting the murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson. The onslaught of passerby’s wanting to take photos with the statue exemplifies the disconnect in American society. Simply frame out the dead body, and it doesn’t exist.

Here are some observations by one of the artists involved in the event:

I don’t know who any of these folks are.

They were tourists I presume.

But I heard most of what everything they said. A few lines in particular stood out. There’s one guy not featured in the photos. His friends were trying to get him to join the picture but he couldn’t take his eyes off the body.

"Something about this doesn’t feel right. I’m going to sit this one out, guys." "Com’on man… he’s already dead."

(Laughs.)

There were a billion little quips I heard today. Some broke my heart. Some restored my faith in humanity. There was an older white couple who wanted to take a picture under the statue.

The older gentleman: “Why do they have to always have to shove their politics down our throats.” Older woman: “They’re black kids, honey. They don’t have anything better to do.”

One woman even stepped over the body to get her picture. But as luck would have it the wind blew the caution tape and it got tangle around her foot. She had to stop and take the tape off. She still took her photo.

There was a guy who yelled at us… “We need more dead like them. Yay for the white man!”

"One young guy just cried and then gave me a hug and said ‘thank you. It’s nice to know SOMEBODY sees me.’