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How's it going? I have ADHD. I work a lot. I dance a lot. I have one dating partner I like a lot. Today, life is great. Next week may not be so great. But then other great days will come. And so on. What's new?
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the knowing eye contact women make when men are talking is the purest human connection possible
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This is a Sandra Bland dedication post.
This is in response to the recent failure (Dec. 22, 2015) to indict anyone for the murder of Sandra Bland. i’m sick and tired of being sick and tired of seeing videos of our people being mowed down every single time and get no fucking justice. i am traumatized. and the only healing is liberation. it’s time to organize for real friends.
feel free to reblog and keep adding photos or comments in commemoration of her life and willingness to fight for and with Black people. To all Black women out there, keep your spirits high. It’s what Sandra Bland would want.
Rest in power warrior. February 7, 1987 – July 13, 2015.
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“Street slang is an increasingly valid form of expression. Most of the feminine pronouns do have mocking, but not necessarily in misogynistic undertones”
Clueless (1995)
Amy Heckerling
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Cell phone gets stolen.
Me: I hope they remember to refill the frisky bitz.
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The moral of Rudolph the Red nose reindeer is that no one likes you unless you’re useful.
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fucking with the lights on
i
love
fucking with the lights on
i wanna
SEE your
asymmetry and your
discoloration
wanna
run my hands and my
mouth over your
stretch marks and
acne scars,
caress the body hair that
grows in patterns and places
we are taught is
unseemly
and stroke
that thing that the doctor doesnt
quite know what to call
i want to
honor the
parts of you
we
shame
sex in the
dark turns our
bodies into secrets
hands groping, hips grinding,
tongues licking darkness
as if there is
any intimacy when we are
inside eachother but
i cant see your
eyes
but if i am fucking
you i want to be
fucking YOU and
if you are fucking me
i want you to be fucking
me
cause
i dont feel closest to you
with your
genitals in my mouth but
when you touch me where
it scares me
grab my back
rolls,
lick the inside of my
thighs,
squeeze my bel-
ly
fucking while fat
and Seen makes
every watt a
protest,
every shadow cast the
heir of a
dissenting
body
and i say i wanna
make this a demonstration
but
if im being honest its just that
i want you to kiss
me and i dont want that to be a
secret
and when you do i
want you to see me and
i dont want that to be
brave
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Friday the 13th birthday tattoo. I don't know how to rotate it
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the parks and recreation theme song is what the inside of a golden retriever’s head sounds like
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“I don’t really date. I mean, I could. It’s easy to have visitors here. And there are plenty of offers. But honestly, I don’t have the emotional energy.”
- Helen, Astoria
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