I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.

— Mary Kate Teske (via larmoyante)

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mysharona1987:

"Don’t wear a hoodie if you don’t want to be mistaken for a criminal and shot."

"Don’t get drunk at a party if you don’t want to be sexually assaulted."

"Don’t argue with a cop if you don’t want to get killed."

"Don’t walk home by yourself if you don’t want to get raped."

Victim blaming 101: Everyone should live in fear from ever doing anything.

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slayboybunny:

ya hes cute…….but is he conscientious of the social inequalities and corruption in hierarchies of power that plague this world….

(via valenciajocelyne)

alicecarrier:

a little bit of my FAVORITE THING TO DO

(via chezzads)

Each tattoo
I get is a reminder
that I have grown
into a skin you
have not
touched.

— Your Name In Ink | Lora Mathis  (via lora-mathis)

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fyawn:

am i a boy? am i a girl? who knows!! but everyone finds me hot and that makes everyone gay

(via excdus)

I am sorry for filling you with beer and bad thoughts and then asking you why you shook. I am sorry for pinching you, for hitting you, for bruising the thin-skinned parts of you. I am sorry for the names I called you when we were fighting. You are not ugly. You are not useless. You would not be better off gone. I’m sorry for almost throwing you out into the street because my sadness was too much for me. I’m sorry for carving my fingernails into your thigh and then resenting the way people asked, “How’d that happen?” I’m sorry for plucking you and nicking your calves with drugstore razors. I’m sorry I let some people see you in the moonlight. They didn’t deserve to know the color of your hips like I do. I’m sorry for leaving you convulsing over a toilet bowl over some boy. I’m sorry I did not thank you for simply trying to take me where I wanted to go. I’m sorry I screamed at you to shrink, shrink, shrink when all you could do was grow. I’m sorry that this apology is ten years too late. I’m sorry that it will probably come again. I’m sorry that I do not treat anybody else as poorly as I have treated you. I’m sorry that I am constantly learning how to love you, when you have never once doubted how you feel about me. I’m sorry in ways I have not yet learned to communicate.

— An Apology to My Body | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

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Also, lots of middle fingers  →

kkkatija:

This is my blog and I’ll write about whatever I wanna write about.
So I’m gunna tell you how I’m diving down a waterfall of happiness. Maybe I’m hated but I’m treated the very very very best from the people that matter. No ones ever made me so happy. No ones ever ever loved me like this. I’ve…

anna-toman:

this is the last one!

anna-toman:

this is the last one!

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kaethebutcherillustrations:

Perfect Contrition (Can’t See The Moon)
by Kaethe Butcher

kaethebutcherillustrations:

Perfect Contrition (Can’t See The Moon)

by Kaethe Butcher

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