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fucktha-world

og-nae

It looks like the gif never stops.

vonricco-deactivated20181124

Tupac forever kicking it lol

ashtheangel

Thou shalt reblog Pac

thissbrowngrl

yesss tupac

fucktha-world

og-nae

It looks like the gif never stops.

vonricco-deactivated20181124

Tupac forever kicking it lol

ashtheangel

Thou shalt reblog Pac

thissbrowngrl

yesss tupac

localstarboy

Having a bad day?

Remember, you don’t have to take what anyone’s trying to feed you.

niambi

GIRL she has had it!

ruinedchildhood

mykidjustsaid

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Ganjah

dailyempire

sixpenceee

Snezhana Soosh is a 37-year-old artist from the Ukraine. She recently began posting some heartwarming illustrations of a father and his daughter on instagram. The images are sadly not from experience as her own father was not part of her life. She hopes they’ll inspire young men, like her own son, to be present in their daughter’s lives when they have a family of their own. There are currently 14 paintings in the series, but hopefully she will add more. I absolutely love this! (Source)

My heavy heart and prayers goes out to the Bolanos Family. It still seems so unreal but We Love You Maria and Roberto you guys have laid out a strong foundation for your kids..I honestly can even put my word together... Please if you can help out my very good friend and his family in this tragic time anything would help the link is in my bio🙏🏾

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phuckindope

Follow Instagram.com/Phuckindxpe for Fa$hion.

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wishaniggawood

This should’ve been the winning dunk

niaxain

Sausage💥

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What a supportive group of individuals. Loves it.

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Seriously this was great!

themidwesternprepster-deactivat

im so confused, but so amused.

fellowteen

this is the best one so far

kushandwizdom

Spoil her with consistency.

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acutelesbian

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

fat-thin-skinny

this fucks me up every single time

acutelesbian

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.