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092314: [3]

Nothing he ever said was meant to exist.
Because you’re basically destructive. And in order to save himself, of course he’d end up leaving you. You are so self-destructive, self-loathing, and full of shit.
…it’s honestly a wonder how anyone ever came to love you.
You were just really good at acting and playing pretend. You almost fooled yourself into thinking you could be whole.
Just almost, though.
You aren’t that good.
You’re never that good.

23 Sep 2014 1 Hearts Reblog
092314: [2]

The thing about scars is that after a certain point, you just stop caring about whether or not they will disappear. Because you already have too many.
I wasn’t quite there yet. But I am now.

It sort of helps to bide my time until November leaves.

23 Sep 2014 0 Hearts Reblog
092314: [1]

I just want everything to end.

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092214: [4]

Everything feels heavy.

Disappear. Disappear. I just want to disappear.

22 Sep 2014 0 Hearts Reblog
092214: [3]

I don’t know anything anymore. A part of me just really wishes I was dead.
And I suddenly realized that November still hasn’t left…

22 Sep 2014 0 Hearts Reblog
092214: [2]

Everything is everywhere today.

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092214: A Message For A Loved One [1]

I wonder if you understand that I still love you and care for you.
I wonder if you understand that this love and care was not meant to make you feel pressure.
Because you know, even if it was not clearly expressed when we were together, your happiness still means the world to me.
You should fly with your own wings and fly towards where you think happiness will be. I have long accepted that it wouldn’t be me. Because, I’m quite sure that I made you miserable—and this time spent without me has only done you good and made you happier.
That was why you could try and forget about me.

Please don’t make yourself miserable in the process of trying to move on. No one’s going to rush you, and I certainly won’t feel something exists between us because we both know what we are thinking. Do things at your own pace. You don’t have anywhere to catch up to. You are doing fine for who you are. You are doing absolutely fine.
You aren’t damaged. You are scarred. You are strong and capable and I am proud of you and everything you are still trying to do.
Everything that has happened doesn’t make you any less lovable. It doesn’t make you any less worthy. Please know and understand that. Because I do. You are worth everything the world can possibly offer you.
It’ll be okay. And you know that.
I’ll be here. We’ll be alright.
I promise.

I don’t regret our time together. I never will. I’m grateful for every moment we spent laughing and crying—even screaming (even though those moments were disastrous).
I’m only sorry that we didn’t make it. I’m sorry I let you down. I’m sorry you felt that you let me down.
I still appreciate you. Don’t you ever forget that.

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21 Sep 2014
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good idea for a film

it’s about a cop who - get this - doesn’t play by the rules. this guy… he’s something of a loose cannon. but here’s the twist: he doesn’t play by the rules. he’s a lone wolf. you could even say he doesn’t play by the rules. sometimes he actually breaks the rules. that is to say, instead of playing by them. them being the rules. of which he does not play by.

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"Just because two people are capable of deeply hurting each other over and over again does not make them passionate, star-crossed lovers. It makes them two people who keep doing terrible things to each other. Someone’s ability to make you completely and utterly soul-crushingly miserable does not mean they are a soul mate with some deep insight into your psyche. They are just someone who is really good at making you unhappy."
Andrea Greb, You Are Not Blair Waldorf (via psych-facts)
21 Sep 2014 2958 Hearts Reblog



If you claim to be a feminist and you shame girls for wanting to do traditional things like take their husband’s last name or be a house wife then you are doing it all completely wrong.

Feminism isn’t an elite group who defeats gender norms, it’s a group who accepts ALL women’s choices.


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Anonymous:So a cop, a racist, and a murderer walk into a bar. And that's just the first guy.


I get this joke.

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I see your shifting gaze, that disgusted glance. I know you’re questioning my parenting from across the elementary school assembly.

Let me tell you a little story about the kindergarten student with bright purple hair, my little Raven Marie…

A month before school started she decided to play hair stylist with the craft scissors, and to save what was left I had to opt for a pixie cut. She was absolutely devastated. It was about three hours before she stopped her harsh sobbing and hiccups.


She has thought that the length of a girls hair was what made her “girly”. I know I’ve personally had many hairstyles around her before, including a purple mohawk, which many people criticized as not being “girly” enough. Media, other children, other parents, and society made it worse. She would randomly burst in tears while out in public for the first week of her new style, screaming that she looked like a boy. That everyone would think she’s a boy.

At one point she took off her bow in her hair, threw it at a cashier and screamed, “I DON’T NEED THIS BOW TO TELL YOU THAT I’M NOT A BOY, BECAUSE I’M NOT”

Proudly stomping away in her blue jean overalls, head held high.

Once we edged closer to the first day of school she kept asking questions like, “Do you think the other kids will like me? Do you think they’ll be my friend? Will they think I’m a boy? Will they pick on me because I have boy hair?”

So I went to the grocery store, bought some dye, and spent the whole night transforming my bright blonde little girl into a plum punk rock fairy. I then assured her that if any of the kids didn’t like her, they were just jealous.

As for you, mothers and teachers with the wandering eyes filled with disgust and judgement, I’m in the business of raising a free spirit.

Here’s to you, Raven Marie. I love you.


I want that hair

Look at that little punk princess~




if anyone remembers the story that was making rounds a while back about a 19 year old discovering the solution to cleaning up the pacific garbage patch, that project launched a fundraider which now has 7 days to reach it’s goal.


I was wondering what happened to this. everyone help out if you can at least spread it, looks like he only needs 8% and there’s only 4 days!

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Morning guys. I hope you remember today that if you slip up you can restart your day at any time. You don’t have to wait til the next day to start over. Just sit down, breathe for a few minutes, and start again. 

I like this. I really like this.

Reading this everyday for the weeks to come.

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