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you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable.

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ sɪᴅᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ ғʀᴇᴇɪɴɢ ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍs sᴄᴀʀʏ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴀ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ sɪᴅᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇʀʏ ɴᴜʀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ɪᴛ’s ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ʏᴇᴛ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪᴛ’s ɪɴ ɪᴛs ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪsᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴀs ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ᴜɴᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀs’ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ʙᴇɢɪɴs ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴀʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴍᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ғᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴏʀsᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ɪᴛs ʟᴀsᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴠᴏɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴏɴ

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴀ ʜᴀʀsʜ sɪᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sʜᴏᴡ ᴀs ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴀ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ sɪᴅᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴏᴡ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀs sʜɪᴍᴍᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʟᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ

ɪᴛ’s ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ʏᴇᴛ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪᴛ’s ɪɴ ɪᴛs ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪsᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴀs ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ᴜɴᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀs’ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ʙᴇɢɪɴs ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴀʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴍᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ғᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴏʀsᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ɪᴛs ʟᴀsᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴠᴏɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴏɴ

ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ɪ ᴄʀʏ? ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜʏ? ᴍʏ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ sɪᴅᴇ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ʙᴇɢɪɴs ᴛᴏ sʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ’s ᴏᴡɴ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴀ ғᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴏʀsᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ sᴛʀɪғᴇ ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ɪᴛs ᴏᴡɴ ʟɪғᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴏɴ

©UltimateLyricist March 13, 2018

therightprometheanfire

American Children: Hey, can we be murdered a little less please?

Republicans: What the fuck? What about my guns? What about me, a person innocently playing with my death-machines as a hobby? I am the real victim here. Kids these days are so entitled…

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This show was one of a kind

ᴇʏᴇs ᴄʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ғʟɪᴄᴋᴇʀs ᴠᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴍɪnd ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴘᴀʀᴀʟʏᴢᴇᴅ, ғʀᴏᴢᴇɴ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅsᴛ ᴏғ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ sᴇᴇ ғʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ'ᴍ ᴠɪᴇᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛʀᴀɪɴ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀs ᴛʜɪs ʀᴏᴜᴛɪɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡs ᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴇ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ʟᴜᴄʏ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs? ᴇsᴄᴀᴘɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴛᴇᴍɪs ᴄʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇᴇᴘ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴋʜɪᴏɴᴇ's ɪᴄʏ sʟᴇᴇᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʀɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ sʜᴇᴇᴘ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴜɴɴᴇᴅ sʜʀᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴛʀɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴍᴀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏʀᴀ ᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇs ʏᴏᴜ sᴏᴍᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ғᴀᴛʜᴏᴍ ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ sᴇᴇ ʟᴜᴄʏ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴡ? ©UltimateLyricist December 9, 2017

#♦ – ❝ ᴸᵉᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗˢ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ❞ ┊ headcanon #lucy #sheep #morals #reality #ultimate_lyricist #Ultimatelyricist #artemis #khione #lyricism #poems on tumblr #poem #copyright #©#©UltimateLyricist

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ ɪs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴡᴏʀsᴇ ᴀs ɪ ᴡᴀʟᴋ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢᴏɴʏ sᴛᴀʀᴛs ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛʟᴇss ʙɪᴅᴇ sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟɪᴍᴘsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍɪɴᴅs ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ ɪs ᴍʏ ʏᴇᴀʀɴ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴏʀ ғᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ ᴀᴄʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴀs ᴠɪᴠɪᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴜʀ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴍᴇ sᴏ ᴇғғᴏʀᴛʟᴇssʟʏ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜɴʀᴇǫᴜɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴅɪsᴅᴀɪɴ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ sᴏ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ɪɴ sɪɴ, ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ ᴅɪsᴘᴀɪʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏɪᴄ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғᴀʟʟ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴇᴍɪsᴇ sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟɪᴍᴘsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍɪɴᴅs ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ ɪs ᴍʏ ʏᴇᴀʀɴ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴏʀ ғᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ ᴀᴄʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴀs ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛᴏ ɢʀɪᴍ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ ɢᴏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴍᴇ sᴏ ᴇғғᴏʀᴛʟᴇssʟʏ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜɴʀᴇǫᴜɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴅɪsᴅᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ғᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴇ ɪs sᴇʀᴇɴᴇ ᴀs ᴄᴀʟᴀᴍɪᴛʏ ᴄʀᴀsʜᴇs ɪɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴜғғɪᴄᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ɪ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴍᴇ sᴏ ᴇғғᴏʀᴛʟᴇssʟʏ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜɴʀᴇǫᴜɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴅɪsᴅᴀɪɴ ©UltimateLyricist December 6, 2017

thesnobbyartsyblog

Don't waste your time telling me who I am. I know myself. I Knew me before you knew me.

food-and-liquor

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food-and-liquor

I don’t think anything is as painful as thinking the world of someone who doesn’t give a fuck about you.

food-and-liquor

I don’t hate you, I just hate what you did to me.

However big, however small, let me be apart of it all.

The Greatest Showman

#milliondreams #greatestshowever #greatestshowman

abs-gabs

SOMEONE FINALLY SAID IT

deathtasteslikechicken

So if a teenager is at school for roughly 8 hours, and they are doing homework for 6+ hours, and they need AT LEAST 9 HOURS OF SLEEP FOR THEIR DEVELOPING BRAINS, then they may have 0-1 hours for other activities like eating, bathing, exercise, socializing (which is actually incredibly important for emotional, mental, and physical health, as well as the development of skills vital to their future career and having healthy romantic relationships among other things), religious activities, hobbies, extra curriculars, medical care of any kind, chores (also a skill/habit development thing and required by many parents), relaxation, and family time? Not to mention that your parents may or may not pressure you to get a job, or you might need to get one for economic reasons.

elusivebovine

I will never not reblog this

lele-exe-has-stoppedworking

“…but teenagers have no reason to be stressed.”

scurvgirl

EVERYTHING about this episode was great. Alex wasn’t getting recognized for the work she has to do to for all of her advanced classes, and she was so stressed, she had a mental breakdown at her own party when someone mentioned college.The end result was Alex’s family being more understanding of the amount of work she does and her regularly seeing a therapist to help her with her anxiety and stress and intense perfectionism that plagues a lot of AP students.

I love Modern Family so much.

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Fine as a lamp

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Hot like a chicken

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Smell like a toaster

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Shine like a baby

bayeis

I’m highly disappointed this doesn’t rhyme

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Let’s start again, amigos:

Dirty like a napkin

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Kinky like a hose

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dangerous as a hatpin

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My mistress’ sheen is nothing like a lamp’s, No stockinged stand, no shade to staunch her glare; If capons bronze, why then her pallor’s damp. For mornings’ start, a toaster’d be less rare To fill the kitchen with a savory scent. Her skin is dull next to a baby’s glow; A napkin’d better take the complement Of my lips’ stain against that patch of snow. I love to watch her squirm, yet, for a start, A hose would better twist and gush and dance; A hatpin’s bladed point would pierce my heart Far simpler than these games of mere romance. And yet, by heaven, I hold her as a rose Compared to all these scattered bits of prose.