suculents:

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megachikorita:

there was a big drug problem at my school so they hired a police officer to supervise students but now he’s playing magic the gathering with the video game club


 

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What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are — underneath the year that makes you eleven.

Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.

Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is.

Sandra Cisneros  (via coffeekaling)

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I do not use the word home lightly.

So when I sigh it into the crook of your neck,

Believe that your spine is a timber frame,

Your kiss a welcome mat,

And your enveloping arms my front door

I mean in the best way possible that I am my own wife but
tonight, I wish that my heart could belong
in the palm of someone else’s hand. Or in the background drumming
of a band on a road towards nowhere. I am not scared
of losing you. I am scared of what I will do to get there.

My hair has been a hundred colors in the last year
all an in effort to displease the people who stared at me
at parties. It worked. Now I wear black lipstick. Now I open
glass bottles with my bare hands. You ask me why I have been
alone for so long. I tell you that there’s nothing wrong with me
and that isn’t a lie. I embroider psalms into notebooks.
I am a dull girl.
Won’t you kiss me?

And I am trying so hard to be
pretty, and soft, and homey,
but there are bombs under my fingernails and gun shells
in my tongue. And every war I’ve fought I’ve won.
I am trying so hard not to scare you, but I am a bomb.
So here I run with open arms. Here I run with every scar -
I am open. I cannot hide myself like other girls,
I am a broken arrow. I borrow lines from better poets.
I am too honest not to show it.

Know that no, I am not scared to lose you
but I am scared of scaring you with the kiss in my lips if I call you some day
and we both have nothing to say.

The Sort of Fear That Doesn’t Have a Name by Hannah Beth Ragland (via allmymetaphors)

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I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys.

Rudy Francisco, A Lot Like You (via alotlikeyouu)

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snapchatting:

don’t worry, i wrote a rap specifically for this occasion

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georgemallory:

nothing will fuck you up as much as the realization that there’s no real reason the alphabet needs to be in order

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underground-hip-hop-community:

Dj Abilities, Eyedea, Slug. This….this doesn’t need anymore words.

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  • CW sexual abuse, intimate partner violence
  • you say: "I have [sexual] needs."
  • how it can translate: "I will leave you if you do not have sex with me."
  • what it might really be: threatening a partner with abandonment and/or violence if they do not submit to your wants and desires
  • how about instead: "Can we check in about our relationship model? I want us both to be fulfilling our desires in a way that we are both comfortable with."
  • you say: "We just have different sex drives. We should compromise."
  • how it can translate: "Your consent is up for compromise."
  • what it might really be: treating your partner's consent as negotiable, expecting your partner to sacrifice consent in order to be a good/compromising partner
  • how about instead: "Can we check in about our relationship model? I want us both to be fulfilling our desires in a way that we are both comfortable with."
  • you say: "When you say 'no,' I feel bad about myself."
  • how it can translate: "You are making me feel bad/ making me upset when you enforce your boundaries."
  • what it might really be: leveraging your partner's care/love for you in order to get them to have sex with you
  • how about instead: "Can we talk about some insecurities I have and how they make me feel sometimes?"
  • you say: "I just want to feel that intimacy with you."
  • how it can translate: "Having sex with you is the only way that I can feel close to you."
  • what it might really be: devaluing other forms of intimacy in order to manipulate your partner into having sex with you
  • how about instead: "Can we have a conversation about the different kinds of intimacy we are comfortable with?"
  • Consent is mandatory, consent is a need. Sex is a want.
Title: Simeon's Dilemma Artist: Marigold 577 plays

warmfuzz:

this is a really good cover

Title: The Kill Tone Two Artist: Odd Nosdam 79 plays

i never saw my parents try to make a thing like me

Sometimes the people I write about don’t even know I wrote about them. But when they get it, I have some explaining to do. That’s part of like. That’s what it means to be friends with me.

Yoni Wolf (via lettersfromcarina)