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You’re so afraid to tell people how you feel because you fear rejection, so you bury it deep inside yourself where it only destroys you more.

The Weeknd (via abelkotf)

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These girls born in the 90’s are dangerous

annalisekeatting:

procrastimonium:

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misterelguapo:

We blindfolded 15 homophobes and asked them to hit piñatas with a stick. The piñatas were actually deadly Asian giant hornet nests. What happens next will warm your heart.

This is disgusting bigotry against Christians at its finest.

I love the part where this post never mentioned Christians but you saw the word homophobe and jumped to your own defense anyways.

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<————-is still standing with Baltimore, Ferguson, Detroit, Brooklyn and every place suffering from police brutality and White supremacy (everywhere).

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You left her there. She gave you everything, and you took your hint of guilt and left behind a goodbye and a broken girl.
And maybe it didn’t hit you at first. Sure, you slept while she stayed up. Your pillows didn’t stain with tears. Your showers didn’t end in sobs. Your stomach didn’t cave in every morning, your heart didn’t ache every breathe.
But maybe you run into her months down the line. Maybe you hear of her new love, the news spilling across the floor like a new stain on the carpet she used to tread on. Maybe you meet her in a coffee shop, and she stopped cutting her hair, and it trails down her back like the past she left you behind in.
And the heart ache isn’t hers anymore. Her smile reaches her eyes now and her laugh lights up the room. You forgot, didn’t you? You forgot the way she held you the night you couldn’t fall asleep. You forgot the way she covers her mouth when she laughs, the way she cups her hands over mugs to keep her fingers warm, the way her hands were always a little bit cold. You forgot the way it felt to know that despite all the flaws that ran through your veins there was someone there to kiss your forehead and brew you tea.
Oh, but you’ll remember. And maybe if you’re lucky, you won’t be holding something fragile when you hear the news. Maybe if you’re lucky your heart will only ache for a fraction as long as hers did. Maybe if you’re lucky, she’ll pick up when you call. But even if she still has all the tenderness for you in the world, her voice is not the same. She doesn’t love you anymore. You lost her. You lost her. And you can’t ever get her back.

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Remember who loved you no matter how fucked up in the head you were.

radfemale:

Be proud of other women and don’t let the socialised competitiveness make you put them down for their accomplishments

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sluts-n-prudes:

You’re all missing out because I’m sweet as fuck and I will care about you like no one ever has and I wouldn’t let you be sad alone but it’s cool y'all keep sleeping on me

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