May 2013
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a poem for my birthday.
youre five and just old enough that when the monster comes in you can think up a lie as to why there is paint on the carpet and your little brother doesnt know what hes done wrong when the belt hits him
and youre seven with new ear piercings that your mother could not afford it will cut into the beer money but your mother smiles and tells you youre so pretty then she sends you to your room...
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You know one of the things I really hate? The phrase real women have curves. I don’t care what your weight is, how big your bust or waistline is, your physical appearance is not what determines whether you are a woman or not.
And to imply this is insulting to all women, whether they are transgender, plus sized, flat-chested, what-have-you.
A woman is a woman because that is what she...
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jonxdaenerys:
hellhound-of-the-baskervilles:
jonxdaenerys:
If you’re ever feeling sad just remember that:
1. You are not the author or 50 Shades of Grey
2. You will never hate life as much as Robert Pattinson
3. You will never lose as many friends as the Doctor
was that last one really necessary
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the point is that everything is temporary. but there are these moments, these gaps in time that are perfect for exactly what they are. they are the things artists try to capture with their words and music and brushes.
but at the time youll never see them. youre too caught up in the past and the future. in the what you have done, in what you need to do. you may look at the edges of beauty. you may...
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“Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one...”
– Claude Monet (via myfotolog)
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amyambrosementiri:
ionahi:
every month or so, my fiance will replace our toothbrushes with new ones. mine is always pink and his is usually green or blue. so, the other day he replaces them and i went in to brush my teeth and see he’s using the new pink toothbrush. i blinked and he looked me square in the eye from the mirror with paste-foam mouth and said, ‘FUCK GENDER STEREOTYPES I WANTED...
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alaska's eunoia: I ended up writing an eulogy for... →
hereunoia:
I ended up writing an eulogy for all the dead
that never became a trending topic.
To the ones burried under debris
after the earth sneezed out of turn.
For those like Uchendu, who passed away
before they learned to whisper Mamma,
or to the father who after drowning his sorrows in …
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“Every star may be a sun to someone.”
– Carl Sagan (via setbabiesonfire)
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“Loneliness does not come from having no people around you, but from being unable...”
– Carl Jung (via myfotolog)
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A drunk poem
Twilight creates you like a song
That I have no talent to write,
But the melody goes on and on
Like an old haunt.
I peel you off my skin with soap,
With sunshine and hot air,
But I cannot erase the way,
You whisper my name,
Like it is salvation and damnation.
Take my hands,
Twisted in the knuckles of yours,
And think how warm, how safe,
How do I treat third degree burns?
You are...
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