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  • dutchster:

    i have such a busy schedule. i may have to cut out “studying” to make room for “crying over tv shows” and “4 hour nap”

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  • validx2:

    You gotta pull her hair and spank her ass

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  • "When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other."
    (via budddha)


    (via jvckkson)

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  • lunarix:

    Vincent van Gogh

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  • "


    Because my cousin shared 3 rape experiences she had
    And on all three occasions
    She was wearing sweats and was brutally beaten

    So there goes your excuse
    That my tight dress was asking for it
    It might have escaped your attention,
    But I don’t wake up in the mornings,
    And put on a skirt thinking,
    Will this get me raped?
    I don’t put on a tank top hoping,
    Maybe this one will.


    Because in school, they teach us that our bodies are offensive.

    They pull us from classrooms
    And hallways
    Demanding if we have longer shorts,
    Or even a sweater,
    Reminding us that the boys are distracted,
    That the boys go wild for a peeking shoulder,
    Or the sight of a sun burned thigh,
    Because their education is more important than ours.


    Because white men in pressed suits,
    Expensive watches hanging from their wrists,
    Red faces glinting with arrogance,
    Have more say over my body than I do.

    Because those same men,
    Quoting the Bible and fake statistics,
    Have never shed blood,
    As a twisted sacrifice for being a woman.

    Because those same men,
    Have never walked the streets,
    Fearing for their lives,
    Clinging to keys between their fingers like a lifeline
    With pepper spray in their bags,
    Ready for someone to feel entitled to their body.


    Because when a man says no to us,
    It is a fault in OUR character.
    It is because we are not
    Thin, tan, or perky enough for HIM.

    Because when WE say no to a man,
    Its still a fault in OUR character,
    We are the cold, ruthless bitch,
    Saying no to the nice guy,
    Who offered to buy us a drink,
    And Who complimented our hair.


    Because a UCSB entitled nine-teen year old boy,
    Can record a video
    Of his plans to shoot down all the
    “Blond bimbos who denied him his right,”
    And then do so,
    Only to have his actions excused by the media,
    Claiming he was depressed,
    Instead of admitting that male entitlement is dangerous.


    Because I am done being silenced
    And I am done being polite.
    I am done sitting by
    And watching
    As a country hypocritically cries
    Equality and justice
    But doesn’t have equal pay
    Lets men make decisions for a woman’s body
    And blames the victim for the actions of a rapist.


    Because our NO won’t be enough one day.


    Because I wasn’t asking for it.


    Because “Boys Will Be Boys,” is still an excuse


    Because “Not All Men Are Like That,” is still a defense.


    Because enough blood has been spilled.


    Because I am sixteen years old, and I am so afraid, when I shouldn’t have to be.


    W. R.

    This poem was inspired by actual tweets from the #YesAllWomen trend on twitter. X

    (via xmily)

    this makes me want to cry

    (via veganvibez)

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  • (Source: College Humor, via finnthehuuman)

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  • unfollower:

    tips for college:

    • no 1 cares if you eat alone in the dining hall
    • dont be scared of upperclassmen they dont care
    • dont raise your hand to go to the bathroom 
    • dont bring a handwritten sick note from ur mom

    (via laughbitches)

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  • weloveshortvideos:

    That’s not how it goes.

    Vine by Harmony Smith

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  • Salvador Dalí in collaboration with Walt Disney - Destino

    (Source: culest, via razcal)

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  • (Source: sleezed, via internetcallgirl)

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  • stoleyogirl:

    when you see ur squad while you out with your parentsimage

    (via distraction)

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  • "I didn’t even try to love you, it just happened."
    (via cxminho)

    (Source: lezbefriendsyay, via manusia-s)

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  • "The way you kiss me makes me feel dizzier
    than any amount of alcohol ever could. When
    your eyes meet mine, I feel like I took one too
    many hits, and all of a sudden I can’t breathe.
    All the ecstasy in the world can’t compare to
    hearing you say my name. Even on cocaine,
    my heart doesn’t beat as fast as it does when
    I’m around you. When you tell me you love me,
    I see stars, and I have to remind myself that
    I’m not on LSD. Nothing, not even xanax or
    heroin, can come close to the high you give me."
    Drugs are nice, but I’d rather have you (via paiqey)

    (via manusia-s)

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