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me: i have 3 things to do, but only 1 time

me: i could just pick 1 thing to do

brain: do 0 things

me: why?

brain: You Gotta

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I. The first time your heart was torn from your chest, You thought you were dying. You knew you could not live with the empty space. So you replaced your heart with metaphors And set out to create a world where the metaphor was unbreakable. Now look what you’ve done— You can’t breathe so you write. You can’t hurt so you drink rum and pour our pirate chanties. You can’t want revenge so you leave. II. When I see you I have two thoughts: You are the reason The Smith’s wrote songs, And my god, you are beautiful. You are so beautiful Blinking stars go blind. But I can see this is going to get ugly. The metaphors don’t make you feel whole anymore. You sell out your deepest insecurities for a handful of laughs. This life has you wound so tight you make grandfather clocks look relaxed. You hold your body like banks hold money—all locked up. Your shoulders are glass rocks waiting for the next attack. But you’ve got it all wrong. You don’t survive history. History survives you. There is no breakthrough without breakdown. III. If you’re going to break, shatter. No explanations. No limp-legged dog excuses. No messing with this bullet proof vest fury So popular with the cops and the presidents. You’ve got to break like Texas. You’ve got to take the pain from the safety valve of your heart And return it to your fists. Fight your better judgment ‘till you’re sinister again, ‘till your body remembers what it already knows how to do— bend back and manifest grief. Scream torches ‘till you embarrass the enlightened. Please. No more polite conversations with your death wish. Give it something useful to do. Change your life. Cause I can’t stand to see you like this. So blue, my eyes turn green in your presence. Listen—you are so beautiful, Grass pushes through sidewalk cracks just to kiss your feet. IV. Maybe no one ever told you, But the heart IS a metaphor. Yours is growing so strong You’ll have your rhythm back any day now— Loving like rumours spread. Dreaming like lunatic spacemen jump from their suits. Living like you never forgot how.

Mindy Nettifee, “The First Time” (via feellng)

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when he thinks you’re gonna start calming down….

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he looks so scared tho

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mymelaninpopsseverely me at my wedding

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roseaangeli:

20-year-old student Ozge Can was raped, brutally murdered and her body was burned by 3 men. Happy Valentine’s Day from Turkey.

i am so fucking angry right now i don’t even know what to say i just want to smash a chair against the wall.

This is Özgecan Aslan. Look at her beauty. Look into her eyes. She was 20 years old.  She was a student at the Cag University was studying psycholigie. After her friend got out, she was the last person in a little bus like this

The bus driver. His SON. Their friend. This is beyond perverticity. Look at this picture

This is one of the killers. Look at his filthy face. Do you see the scratches ? I think you know where they come from. She tried to defend herself.

i don’t really want to say more because i am seriously angry about this. She got raped. She was burned. She got her hands cutted of. She got throwen into a river. Fuck this. Fuck live. I don’t want to live in sorrow. I don’t want to cry for women who got raped. I don’t want to stay awake for the whole night thinking of a women who got killed by her husband. I don’t want to live like that. I don’t want to fear man like they were monsters or something like that. I don’t want to live under mens rules. I wan’t to live free. I want to be myself. Rest in peace dear Özgecan. You didn’t deserve this. I hope those filthy men will get their punishment. I hope it even if the justice in turkey is shit. I hope they will. last pictures i wanted to share with you. Özges mother and father (i’m so sad and so sorry for them)

No one will forget this. 

and sorry for my poor english but i really needed to do this.

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your knuckles used to leave red marks on my face that would branch out like vines you would nurture them later and call me your daffodil girl

our relationship was just that; vines and daffodils, a forest that you left to grow wild and i was raised like a morning glory, alice and beautiful under your transculent moon-skin but useless and stepped on in the light of day

(you were the hunter in the trees, i was the doe eyes who couldn't stop staring down the barrel of your gun)

"walk away, just walk away" someone told me once, and i tried, but you cut me with your preadtor teeth and i dripped liquid madness for you

i remember when i finally turned my back on your deforestation, you grabbed my hand and expected me to stay, the desperation in your eyes as fickle as your love for me i wanted to backhand you and watch the red bloom on your cheeks

but creating scars mean reopening old ones so i walked away (just walked away) and let the wind carry me your daffodil girl.

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Oh my goodness. gimme the ball. 

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