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Brendon looks like he is being deeply penetrated by an invisible dragon dildo
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I'm sorry I'm not good enough. I'm sorry if I can't be who you want me to be. I'm so sorry. I'm sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry
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Never judge
Reblog if you would love someone with
Depression
Anxiety
Suicidal thoughts
Scars
Self hate
Body mobifications (piercings, tattoos, etc)
Eating disorder
PTSD
OCD
Or anything else that society sees as “bad” or “unworthy of love” because everybody matters and needs love
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It hurts too muchhhhh
“There were two souls in this broken room believing I’m the one to blame There were two minds jumping into shallow water that couldn’t come up with a solution There were two hearts rattling in their cages only one was truly invested There were two pairs of legs they both started walking but in opposite directions There were two sets of eyes one crying a river the other dry as a desert There were two pairs of hands one clasping for warmth the other turning them away There was you and me, us, and then we were no more.”
— @makingmywaves
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Emo ways to die #5
When you heard a new song from your fave band and its too gooooooooooooood.
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Okay, I'm in a pretty bad situation today.
I like my motherfuckin enemy. This will probably hurt like a motherfucker.
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That moment
Frank, pointing to a high shelf: Can you get that for me?
Mikey: You need me in your life after all.
Frank: I could replace you with a step ladder.
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That moment
shout out to my mom for making the most perfect kid ever
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Who did this?
The big network executives tell me I gotta be more appealing to younger audiences, so what do you kids wanna see
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Emo ways to die #4
When you said you were done with your emo phase but then saw your band babies.
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Everyone should reblog this
reblog if ur tired of occupying a human form and wish to return to the holy bed of moss from whence you came
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Come at me
EVERYONE who reblogs this will be insulted in Shakespearean fashion.
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If this is not beauty, I don't know what is.
My mother always told me “shit” was not a pretty word heard out of a woman’s mouth.
I have always been told to “act like a lady”
And that hairs on my body were dirty
I have always been offered pink make-up bags
And used to put paddings in my bras.
Today I need to forgive the ones who keep discrediting my words when I get angry because I’m certainly in “that part of the month”.
Not to mention that they can’t even pronounce “period blood” without tasting disgust on their tongues.
To those people
(who don’t only identify as men by the way)
I want to say
That I am not ashamed of that vagina mother nature gave me,
That my favourite colour is brown
That I am not ashamed of saying vulva,
That yes, I like painting my face but I’d rather have a book instead
That I love the blood that pours out of me every month
Because it gives me the power to grow a tiny human being in my belly.
And maybe, one day, out of this uterus of mine will rise a child that’ll know that men cry and that women fight
And that sometimes, people choose to identify as both a man and a woman
And that, sometimes, they don’t want to be seen in any of these categories.
And that none of that is crazy
That you have no right on controlling other people’s decisions
When it doesn’t affect anybody’s safety.
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"I fell in love with the way you touched me without using your hands."
— Blue Denim Jacket
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"Sometimes the best person to walk with is yourself."
— Blue Denim Jacket
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quick survey: please reblog if the way someone chooses to dress themselves has NEVER had a negative impact on your education
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