robotblogofficial:

Destroy hateful straight edge culture that has no room for compassion and treating addicts like people

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#nge  

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  • (my dad walks into a room where I am crying)
  • Dad: Aww, sweety. What's wrong?
  • Me (in between sobs): HOW DO I KNOW LOVE IS REAL WHEN ALL OF OUR SOCIAL RELATIONS ARE COMMODIFIED UNDER CAPITALISM?
  • Dad: um . . . . uh (pats back, bemused)
#about me  

lordofthewincest:

skeletons have become a meme and that means there is a meme inside you, with you at all times.

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#rose  

"The Queen of Rap, slaying with Queen Bey!"

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darksilenceinsuburbia:

Katie So

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jobhaver:

some nerd: communism will never work because human nature

me:

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icecreamritual:

pondwitch:

snooopbloggyblog:

goals

literally the coolest kid ive ever heard of

GO AWF

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#about me  
  • fat women: *gets shit on by peers, media, the fashion industry, products and marketing*
  • skinny women: *praised by literally everyone*
  • skinny women: *doesn't say shit while fat women are being put down*
  • Nicki: fuck skinny bitches
  • skinny women: what the FUCK what htE FUCK??? YOU ARE Nt gonna get ANYhwer by shMING ANY body type...we have to LOVE evyer,,,one!!!!1111

I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of “madness”. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: “Poor thing, she’s crazy!” (Above all, I would laugh at my own stupidity.) I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s — my madness would not be an escape from “reality”.

You won’t allow me to go to school.
I won’t become a doctor.
Remember this:
One day you will be sick.

Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl 

This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their feelings about love (considered blasphemous).

Here’s the link

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  • juliet: what's in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet; so romeo would, were he not romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes without a--
  • romeo: nice nice, so art thou a virgin?

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#fuck  

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