quadguyin-china:

salt-in-my-hair-and-heart:

liteskint:

gigaguess:

Oh.

My.

God.

B Y E

Am I allowed to tell this joke at parties??

She is so satisfied with that joke.

(Source: acidocasualidad)


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postracialcomments:

scifi-fantasist:

blacksupervillain:

anarcho-queer:

U.S. Democrats plan to give Israel an addition $225 million for military spending. The same bill also cuts $1 billion of emergency funds meant to deal with the 50,000 undocumented child migrants held in crowded and unsanitary border facilities.

Israel already received $504 million for the joint U.S.-Israel Missle Defense Program for the Fiscal Year of 2014. That is not including the $3.1 Billion the Obama Administration spent on Foreign Military Financing (FMF) for Israel for the Fiscal Year 2014.

Fuck this

no money for water in detroit

no money for public schools

no money for student loan debt relief

no money for healthcare 

no money for crumbling infrastructure

no money for economic investment in inner cities and indian country

no money 

no money 

no money 

no money

People need to get angry now

Bring back black sitcoms 2k14

(Source: elegantly-tasteless)

evilsoutherngentleman:

theblogthatneversleeps:

Barack Obama has attained a level of sassiness one can only dream of.

Holy shit it’s real.


thecutestofthecute:

English Cream Dachshund 

(Source: facebook.com)

blastortoise:

black people: haha white people can’t dance

white person: oh but if i said black people are too busy eating watermelon to get off their monkey lazy nigger asses then it would be racist???

white person: I am so SICK of these double standards……

bbyph4t:

dopegyaaal:

pop4ill:

Lmao real talk

http://dopegyaaal.tumblr.com

lol wow my mom does this all the time

1. And you realize that the problem has never been empty. Your body is an instrument that you’ve never felt like you could play right, but it was never about the blank sheet music around your bones so much as the heavy within them.

2. The full. The wait. The stop. Please, stop yelling at each other for just one night and pay attention to the seven-year-old girl with no eyelashes in the next room. The go, the say something. And in the silence, you wonder how it ever came to this; and you remember the way the first boy who ever liked you back looked at you like he could see you. Don’t think about how he chose to walk away. Don’t ask yourself why not thinking about it feels so hard to carry.

3. The: why is this so hard to fucking carry? Sweetheart, listen, when your palms start to sweat, that’s when you know you’ve been holding on too long. That’s when you need to let go of the rope to tend to the burns underneath.

4. Other people are not medicine.

5. Make peace with your own hands.

6. There will be days when you will be sitting on a bench in public, alone in your car, across the dinner table to a family you don’t recognize, and all of the space around you will make the webs between your fingers ache. And pools of begging reasons to why no one wants to gather you broken in their arms at night will begin to settle in the bow of your eyelids. You wonder how so much can fit inside such a small person and no one notices. Do not make homes for them.

7. Pour them out. Water the soil beneath your feet. Your blonde fringe that was never soft enough for another’s hands, your average GPA, your rough around the edges, their fragmented example of love, his not enough, your soft, your distant, your depression, their divorce, your hollow poems, boy shorts and pale legs, your too much of not enough for another;

8. Grow.

9. Smile at strangers. Give. Give, and don’t expect. Love, and don’t doubt despite its persistent knocking against your fragile, fresh frame. You are enough. You are enough. You’re filled with so much enough between your bruised heart and sore ribs that it’s agonizingly easy to fuse the two in sadness.

10. No one said that the only thing your bones can hold is ache.


"Ten Steps to Loving Yourself More than They Didn’t"
-valentina thompson (via theseoverusedwords)

bangarangblog:

summer blues

(Source: asiandictatoroftaste)

saintlukas:

matchless:

*prays that I instantly become hot at 18*

*ok let’s shoot for 21*

(Source: matchless)

mindofataurus:

"The problem with not taking relationships seriously if they don’t feel like "Mr. Right" is this: Every once in a while, Mr. Right gets here—he sometimes even appears as Mr. Wrong transformed—but we blow it because we’re not in practice.

He’s here, but we’re not ready. We haven’t been working on ourselves. 

We sometimes fail to work on ourselves in the relationships right in front of us, thinking that “real life” begins when they get here. 

This is just a ploy of the EGO once again, making sure that we’ll seek but NOT find.”

This time I’m conscious enough to choose differently. It’s different, and therefore a little unpleasant, but I know I’m supporting myself in welcoming a new and soul-full experience.
Brittany Josephina (via mindofataurus)

surprisebitch:

this show seriously tackles all issues

(Source: kimagreggs)