scvlptures:

depression is when you don’t really care about anything

anxiety is when you care too much about everything

and having both is just like what

(via i-xviii)

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onestepinc:

insanelydelish:

JC PENNY SEES YOUR HOMOPHOBIA AND RAISES YOU A DOUBLE RAINBOW.

^ yes

I tried to scroll past this, but it must be reblogged. Must….always….reblog…..

(Source: chasingdreamsofparadise, via adry1412)

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neversaydiet:

girlbrushedpink3:

Before: 206After: 160 It was hard finding a before, because I was actually a lot heavier than I look in the first picture, I’m so proud of myself either way! <3 XO Girlbrushedpink3

Wow you are beautiful!

neversaydiet:

girlbrushedpink3:

Before: 206
After: 160 

It was hard finding a before, because I was actually a lot heavier than I look in the first picture, I’m so proud of myself either way! 

<3 XO Girlbrushedpink3

Wow you are beautiful!

all-about-male-privilege:

sad-teeth:

So today Angelina Jolie had double mastectomy, which is the removal of one’s breasts, to prevent Breast cancer. So instead of praising Angelina on her bravery, men on Twitter decided to ridicule her, even calling her stupid for removing her breasts. For those of you on Tumblr that are attacking Feminists for being delusional about sexism against women and misogyny here’s your fucking proof that sexism and misogyny exists. 

(via indragamano)

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beanpunk-rockerbath:

This is 19 year old Marie Fowler. Her cancer just returned, and has been declared terminal. She’s already in Hospice Care. Her final wish is to meet Kellin Quinn from Sleeping With Sirens. Please, make it happen. Spread the word. This girl deserves it.

beanpunk-rockerbath:

This is 19 year old Marie Fowler. Her cancer just returned, and has been declared terminal. She’s already in Hospice Care. Her final wish is to meet Kellin Quinn from Sleeping With Sirens. Please, make it happen. Spread the word. This girl deserves it.

(Source: twentyonestewards, via ashleylikescouture)

onestepinc:

insanelydelish:

JC PENNY SEES YOUR HOMOPHOBIA AND RAISES YOU A DOUBLE RAINBOW.

^ yes

I tried to scroll past this, but it must be reblogged. Must….always….reblog…..

(Source: chasingdreamsofparadise, via adry1412)

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pattinsin:

i actually have a fashion taste that is completly different from what i actually wear but i dont have enough confidence to wear what i really want to wear

(via ashamee)

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longboatsaremylife:

dcu:

Ace sure was a cute pup.

Just got to this episode and its so upsetting. It’s all about Ace being abused as a puppy and I hate it. Ace is such a perfect baby.

Miss watching good cartoons on t.v know a days

(via motherofstr8bois)

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Dear you

No I’m not the cleanest person in the world but I do go to school full time wake up at 8 and get out at 4:40 M-F so before you begin to judge Me and call me an oinker think about the fact that my BF your brother doesn’t have a job yett and doesn’t attend school of course he better have his room clean it would be sad I’d he didn’t !

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hoargasm:

leaving your crying girlfriend to go hang out with your friends.

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drowsyfantasy:

If you rape someone, it doesn’t matter that you’re only 16.

If you rape someone, it doesn’t matter that you cry like a child in court.

If you rape someone, it doesn’t matter that you had a promising future.

if you rape someone, it doesn’t matter that your life is destroyed.

If you rape someone, it should haunt you for the rest of your life. 

You raped someone. 

You deserve every ounce of justice we can place upon you in court of law. 

(via indragamano)

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After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be.  (via oliviacirce)

(via thekitegetsaway)

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youarefuckingmajestic:

DON’T EVER ASK ANYONE IF YOU LOOK OKAY BECAUSE YOU ALWAYS LOOK FUCKING MAJESTIC. EVEN AT 5AM WHEN YOU GET UP TO PEE AND CATCH SIGHT OF YOURSELF IN THE BATHROOM MIRROR AND YOUR HAIR IS EVERYWHERE AND YOU’VE GOT PILLOW CREASES ON YOUR FACE, EVEN WHEN YOU’RE OUT AND YOUR TOP IS DIRTY AND DOESN’T MATCH YOUR PANTS, EVEN WHEN YOUR DRINK IS DOWN YOUR TOP AND YOUR MAKE UP ACROSS YOUR FACE.

100% FUCKING MAJESTIC

(via mary-wannuh)

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People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar. Thich Nhat Hanh (via fleeingsouls)

(Source: lazyyogi, via ka--lopsia)

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