People will tell you that the world’s an ugly place
But have you ever sat in a forest at night and listened to the silence? Because that’s beautiful.
Have you ever lay in a field and watched the northern lights? Because that’s beautiful.

And maybe when you look up at the stars you’ll feel small
And maybe that’s a good thing
Because if you feel small, then your problems,
Well, they shrink too.

Because you won’t think about those mean girls from school
Or that math test you may or may not have bombed
When it’s 5 in the morning and you haven’t slept yet
Because you’re too busy listening to the heartbeats of the people around you

Or when he only drives with one hand
Because the other’s holding yours
And no one wears a seatbelt
Because everyone feels invincible.

Because you’re young
And these are the best years of your life
Maybe they feel like the worst,
But life’s a rollercoaster
And you’re strapped in pretty damn tight.


Claudia would swear she’d seen the face of God, and she communicated with him every night through a portal behind her closet door. She met him when she was very young when the choir sang and she knew that GOD IS THE LIGHT THAT EXISTS WITHIN US AND AROUND US ALL EVERYWHERE, THE SAFE PLACE YOU CAN GO WHEN YOU ARE AFRAID, THE MAGICAL THINKING THAT KEEPS US ALL SANE. And she claimed that when you stay awake long enough doors will appear before you and open up and show you strange dreams and suddenly you will understand everything. When this happens, you will want to share it with everyone, but you cannot. When the portals opened her parents became concerned, but the hospital staff did not understand a single word. God put a curse on Claudia by showing her his face, but she was always smiling when I sat with her on those cold days in the parking lot after school, and I still thank her every day for that time when she looked at me in the eyes and told me “I promise you that there is so much to look forward to. Wake up! Look around!”
claudia // h.e.p. (via maelstromhead)

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12th & girard smells like a graveyard nowadays.

But even so, I still wonder what would it be like
if the pavement wasn’t made of skeleton bones.
If the air didn’t taste of blood and childhood memories,
would it still be my home away from home?
Would I still want to be an artist if I didn’t see their chalk outlines?

I swear,
if an apartment complex could have a heart beat—
they were that. They were the sitcom in an episode of laughter.

…Now they’re nothing more than…

Some nights, if I close my eyes tight enough,
I can see myself as a boy standing against a balcony railing.
High enough in the air to spin the sun on my finger
and count the craters in a Full Moon.
With eyes like an assassin staring down at my
grandmother and sister sitting on a weathered
park bench that chips away cleanly like hope does from life.

They both look like they haven’t aged a day.
My sister’s wrapping her hair into a ponytail
and my grandmother smiles at a two pigeons
fighting over a piece of bread. Shortly after,
they get up and walks towards the gates exit
like its a entrance into heaven.
And maybe it is.

They always stop and whisper something
to each other; then laugh hysterically.
I try my hardest to hear them or even say something, but
their voices are too low and my tongue feels like it weighs a ton.
Eventually they leave and I wait around patiently for days.
The same way a boy does when his mother promises
him ice cream if he’s quiet in the doctor’s office.
But they never come back.
And the truth is, they never will.
Invisible Tattoos™: I See Dead People… (via soulofadream)

Q
The doctor will never be a woman. There are plenty of women in the show that are admirable role models. I think you're just full ofsh it. Stop pushing your american views onto Doctor Who, a BRITISH show, with BRITISH values. It's unbelievable how obnoxious and hypocritical feminists are, especially you third-wave feminists. Always spouting "equal rights" but, "Can't hit me, cause I'm a girl!" You probably won't respond to this because you know I'm right and the whovianfeminism stance is weak.
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markdoesstuff:

whovianfeminism:

This was so beautiful that I had to put it up on my wall and examine it as if it were an exquisite piece of art. 

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"Manpain" by Anonymous

Above we have a quintessential example of early 21st Century prose by an aggrieved man. The author of this piece is unknown, but we can surmise by his inability to properly say “shit” to a woman and his assurance that he likes “admirable” female characters that he is most likely a “Nice Guy.”

The anonymous author employs deliberate obtuseness in order to provoke a reaction from his audience. Notice how he pretends no British individual supports the idea of a woman portraying the Doctor, despite clear evidence to the contrary, even amongst actors who have portrayed the titular character on the show. Then there is the stunning self-centeredness regarding his perception of third wave feminism; he is only interested in equality it grants him the “right” to hit the women whose arguments make him so incoherently angry that he is unable to rationally reply.

His final challenge attempts to trap the reader. Do we respond and grant him the audience and validation he so desperately seeks, or do we ignore him and let him believe he has won? But perhaps we have a third option: to turn the focus back on him and examine how his comments display his deep insecurity in his own sense of masculinity, something he feels can only be reclaimed by challenging a girl on the internet to a fight and preemptively declaring victory because he fears he cannot engage with her on an intellectual level.

a work of goddamn art oh my god

Third wave feminist. I didn’t relies we came in waves


kia-kaha-winchesters:

just the girly things

  • forcing an earing through a closed piercing
  • taking off tight clothes and rubbing the indents they left on your skin 
  • human sacrifice
  • homemade face masks 

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loserdyke:


“I leave before being left. I decide”


!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

loserdyke:

“I leave before being left. I decide”

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Today, 17 teens will take their own lives due to bullying.

5sospinkspeakers:

Reblog if you care.

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Always.

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If you don’t reblog, you have no heart. It wont kill you to have this on your tumblr.

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I do care. But I didn’t want to reblog…
I wanted to save them.

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dianastar2003:

eyes | via Tumblr em We Heart It.

dianastar2003:

eyes | via Tumblr em We Heart It.



nawgt:

There’s two types of anger one is dry and the other wet and basically wet anger is when your eyes water and your voice shakes and I hate that cause I feel weak when I’m crying while angry I like dry anger when your face is like stone and your voice is sharp I guess wet anger shows that you care too much and dry anger means you’re done.

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lilac-lungs:

hoodvale:

This post always slaps me in the face

this is my favorite post on this website

lilac-lungs:

hoodvale:

This post always slaps me in the face

this is my favorite post on this website

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Depression does not always mean
Beautiful girls shattering at the wrists
A glorified, heroic battle for your sanity
Or mothers that never got the chance to say good-bye

Sometimes depression means
Not getting out of bed for three days
Because your feet refuse to believe
That they will not shatter upon impact with the floor

Sometimes depression means
That summoning the willpower
To go downstairs and do the laundry
Is the most impressive thing you accomplish that week

Sometimes depression means
Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for hours
Because you cannot convince your body
That it is capable of movement

Sometimes depression means
Not being able to write for weeks
Because the only words you have to offer the world
Are trapped and drowning and I swear to God I’m trying

Sometimes depression means
That every single bone in your body aches
But you have to keep going through the motions
Because you are not allowed to call in to work depressed

Sometimes depression means
Ignoring every phone call for an entire month
Because yes, they have the right number
But you’re not the person they’re looking for, not anymore

Hannah Nicole (via bl-ossomed)

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