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the-yung-kween:

xoxo


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perfunctory:

it’s so cute when you talk to someone a lot and then you notice the little phrases that you use and the stupid little things you say slipping into their vocabulary more and more

(via i-can-motivate-the-sun)


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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

-It’s not that I don’t love you. (via scxndal)

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rupindeer:

I hope when you die you get to see your stats like how many times you laughed or told a lie or kissed or how many people loved you and how many people hated you and what you meant to people

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ladyasma:

*Tuesdays with Morrie - Mitch Albom
gwenlightened:

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z33r0:

areyouahauntedpotato:

ozyreads:

stankface:

mentation:

n4maste:

i think its cool that theyre both black

My history professor told me there are 300 shades of African skin, I believe him. 

FINALLY!
A fucking pic that doesn’t fetishize albinos!!!! I never thought I’d live to see the day tbh.

holy shit that is an amazing visual

Omg what I thought those people were painted
Holy cow is that their real skin human diversity is amazing

This is gorgeous.

From Samuel Slider :
“It’s pretty incredible to think of how diverse humans are, but perhaps one of the ways we’re most diverse is skin color. A picture of Papis Loveday and Shaun Ross, shows that better than most. Shaun Ross is an albino model, who also happens to be African. He has, perhaps, the whitest skin of any human being. Meanwhile, Papis Loveday has what looks to be the darkest skin of any human being. Quite impressive to look at”
Lamutamu.com has a bunch of photos of their photoshoot!!!

I love this.

nature, vintage, art, animals


sadhacker:

i love physical touch.  like not even kissing and stuff just like.  sitting next to each other with our arms touching or our legs overlapping or walking next to each other with our arms brushing i love knowing im real i love existing with people i love it

(via wanderlustandwolves)


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eatpussylivehappy:

I think you’re cute

cute as in I wanna hear what you sound like while experiencing an orgasm

(via iwillfuckyou-better)


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thatfunnyblog:

instant wish gratification


twinkpop:

when that person u hate gets caught for doing something stupid image

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pvbertyblues:

“My sister’s boyfriend, Fox, on his last day of high school. The sun was setting, and he and his friends were all playing around. I caught him in a moment of reflection.” By Petra Collins