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before you send someone an ugly message perhaps exfoliate your skin, set some life goals and contemplate why you’ve reached this point

"I stopped going to therapy
because I knew my therapist was right
and I wanted to keep being wrong.
I wanted to keep my bad habits
like charms on a bracelet.
I did not want to be brave.
I think I like my brain best
in a bar fight with my heart.
I think I like myself a little broken.
I’m ok if that makes me less loved.
I like poetry better than therapy anyway.
The poems never judge me
for healing wrong.
"

superwholocked-in-albion:

jeankd:

thegoddamazon:

The most important line in the whole damn song. MESSAGE.

The only historically accurate line in the whole film. 

excuse u

superwholocked-in-albion:

jeankd:

thegoddamazon:

The most important line in the whole damn song. MESSAGE.

The only historically accurate line in the whole film. 

excuse u

brntsienna:

 

Cesar Chavez (2014)

veganasana:

Funny how standing up for people of privilege is “human rights”

but when you stand up for minorities

it’s suddenly “social justice” and it’s an annoying internet phenomenon

y’all aint even tryin to hide your blatant racism/classism/sexism, anymore are you?

skzie:

Want

we-are-like-young-avocados:

thepondsaregone:

thorinoakenbutt:

castielandpie:

poryqon:

it bothers me that Kansas and Arkansas are not pronounced the same

I’m from the UK and I have been pronouncing Arkansas as Ar-Kansas my whole life

For all my non-american friends, Arkansas is pronounced ark-an-saw

WHAT

WHAT

christel-thoughts:

escapedgoat:

lamocosa:

zebablah:

thespiritofyamato:

MOTHERFUCKERS COULDN’T GET ON WONDER WOMEN’S LEVEL 

welp

Oop.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

my dash actually did the thing. (see previous post)

nozu:

childservices:

when u high as hale and ur friend mama giving u a ride home like

OH MY GOD

nozu:

childservices:

when u high as hale and ur friend mama giving u a ride home like

OH MY GOD

"

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

"

- Some things are better left unsaid (via dearalexandra)