1. 00:28 29th Jul 2014

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    Reblogged from oliveracedavis

    The problem with depression is

    lifeaccordingtohan:

    -You know you’ll be ok, but you still feel awful.
    -You know people love you, but it doesn’t feel like they do.
    -You know doing something will make you feel better, but you just don’t know how to.
    -You want to be well, but you just can’t seem to get there.

     
  2. 23:32 28th Jul 2014

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    Reblogged from fatswaggin

    ramadannudes:

    *caresses my fat rolls lovingly*

    (Source: afrojabi)

     
  3. 11:18

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    Reblogged from saravegas

    (Source: namasteh)

     
  4. 08:56

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  5. 08:28

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    spermbanker:

    sometimes i get distracted by my own cleavage like… nice…….

     
  6. 01:25

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    Reblogged from scumbaagg

    Tags: good date idea

    leonkumquat:

    when my dad was in college he had a friend who told a girl he’d take her on a date unlike any other she’d ever been on and so he took her to the supermarket to watch the lobsters fighting in the lobster tank

    they’re married now

     
  7. 00:56

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    Reblogged from dandymisandry

    image: Download

    kittydoom:

A Multi-Function Clip That Hides a Toolbox In Your Hair
     
  8. 00:28

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    Reblogged from dandymisandry

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    (Source: foxworth-hall)

     
  9. 21:37 27th Jul 2014

    Notes: 11

    Tags: personal

    There’s a storm rolling in and all I want is someone to lay in bed with me while it rains.

     
  10. 21:10

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    Reblogged from dandymisandry

    unexplained-events:

    Nashville, Tennessee UFO Sightings

    The photographs which were ttaken Sept 27, 1989, of these UFOs were provided by Commander Graham Bethune of the US Navy. He got them from a friend who wanted to remain anonymous.

    His friend, a photographer, captured these photos using a Canon T-90

    [Source]

     
  11. 20:42

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    Reblogged from fancybidet

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    heaveninawildflower:

Childs’ Superfine Pansies from ‘Childs’ Rare Flowers, Vegetables and Fruits’ for 1894.
U.S. Department of Agriculture, National Agricultural Library archive.org

    heaveninawildflower:

    Childs’ Superfine Pansies from ‘Childs’ Rare Flowers, Vegetables and Fruits’ for 1894.

    U.S. Department of Agriculture, National Agricultural Library
     archive.org

     
  12. 20:14

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    Reblogged from sociolab

    If African American and Hispanics were incarcerated at the same rates of whites, today’s prison and jail populations would decline by approximately 50%.
    — Source (via thinksquad)

    (Source: anarcho-queer)

     
  13. 20:13

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    Reblogged from lockelamora

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    lockelamora:

This. This bullshit is what my hair decides to do after a day of hiking and sweating and swimming in a creek. It makes fucking princess curls.

So fucking jealous!

    lockelamora:

    This. This bullshit is what my hair decides to do after a day of hiking and sweating and swimming in a creek. It makes fucking princess curls.

    So fucking jealous!

     
  14. 17:53

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    Reblogged from kashmirror

    A boy sprawled next to me on the bus, elbows out, knee pointing sharp into my thigh.
    He frowned at me when I uncrossed my legs, unfolded my hands
    and splayed out like boys are taught to: all big, loose limbs.
    I made sure to jab him in the side with my pretty little sharp purse.
    At first he opened his mouth like I expected him to, but instead of speaking up he sat there, quiet, and took it for the whole bus ride.
    Like a girl.

    Once, a boy said my anger was cute, and he laughed,
    and I remember thinking that I should sit there and take it,
    because it isn’t ladylike to cause a scene and girls aren’t supposed to raise their voices.
    But then he laughed again and all I saw
    was my pretty little sharp nails digging into his cheek
    before drawing back and making a horribly unladylike fist.
    (my teacher informed me later that there is no ladylike way of making a fist.)

    When we were both in the principal’s office twenty minutes later
    him with a bloody mouth and cheek, me with skinned knuckles,
    I tried to explain in words that I didn’t have yet
    that I was tired of having my emotions not taken seriously
    just because I’m a girl.

    Girls are taught: be small, so boys can be big.
    Don’t take up any more space than absolutely necessary.
    Be small and smooth with soft edges
    and hold in the howling when they touch you and it hurts:
    the sandpaper scrape of their body hair that we would be shamed for having,
    the greedy hands that press too hard and too often take without asking permission.

    Girls are taught: be quiet and unimposing and oh so small
    when they heckle you with their big voices from the window of a car,
    because it’s rude to scream curse words back at them, and they’d just laugh anyway.
    We’re taught to pin on smiles for the boys who jeer at us on the street
    who see us as convenient bodies instead of people.

    Girls are taught: hush, be hairless and small and soft,
    so we sit there and take it and hold in the howling,
    pretend to be obedient lapdogs instead of the wolves we are.
    We pin pretty little sharp smiles on our faces instead of opening our mouths,
    because if we do we get accused of silly women emotions
    blowing everything out of proportion with our PMS, we get
    condescending pet names and not-so-discreet eyerolls.

    Once, I got told I punched like a girl.
    I told him, Good. I hope my pretty little sharp rings leave scars.

    — 'My Perfume Doubles As Mace,' theappleppielifestyle. (via queenofeden)

    (Source: theappleppielifestyle)

     
  15. 16:59

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    Black-eyed peas, turnip greens, and cornbread.

    Black-eyed peas, turnip greens, and cornbread.