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three-eyed-doe · 6 years
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Boys make me wanna cry
Except for the one
But boys make me wanna cry
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three-eyed-doe · 6 years
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am i having a stroke
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three-eyed-doe · 6 years
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if this gets 1,000 notes i’ll reply to all of ajit pai’s future tweets with this image until i get blocked
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three-eyed-doe · 6 years
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i think of a post to put on my snapchat story for an 11:11 wish. as an innocent person with a peanut allergy and a love interest named reece. "yall know who... the kind of reece's that won't make me choke". and then i was like. well,
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three-eyed-doe · 6 years
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what 2017 taught me
literally everyone is bisexual
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three-eyed-doe · 6 years
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ah shit the thought of him kissing me makes me explode in a good way!!! yo i can't even believe this is happening to me like. an actual mutual feeling of attraction. seems fake but ok
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three-eyed-doe · 6 years
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I hope something unexpectedly good happens to you this week.
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three-eyed-doe · 6 years
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his compliments range from "ugh damn you're making no nut november so difficult" to "sorry if im coming off strong but you're like literally so beautiful" and. when will ur mcm ever
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three-eyed-doe · 6 years
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Oh My God It Is Happening Again What The Fuck I Am Happy.
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three-eyed-doe · 7 years
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Imagine This
Imagine that your partner has been hitting you. Yelling at you. You’ve been married for a few years, you’re both in your 30s, you have a little daughter, and everything you do seems to be wrong. You’ve been made fun of, mocked and belittled by your partner. 
But you need them, because you can’t take another failed relationship. You can’t be alone again, and they’ve got you convinced that all the beatings and scratches and scrapes are your fault.
You tell your friends and they laugh. No matter how many bruises or cuts you show them, it’s still your fault, so you hide them. You feel trapped, but you don’t feel like you can escape. You’re convinced that you’re just locking yourself in.
And you see online one day an article. Someone else went through what you have. They got the cuts, the bruises, the scratches. You see that here is hope and freedom from these beatings. The physical and emotional pain can go away, there is someone there to help!
So you write down a list of 10 abuse victim hotlines, for people being abused. And you call them one by one.
If you were a man:
6 of those hotlines would refuse to help because of your gender.
3 of those hotlines would refer you to or give you a number to a hotline dealing with people that abuse and are looking to stop.
1 of those hotlines would help.
Out of those 10, 2 of those would also laugh at you or say you deserved it.
If you were a woman:
10 of those hotlines would help.
Abuse is very scary, but what seems scarier to you; being abused, reaching out and getting the help you need, or being abused, reaching out and getting laughed and turned away over 60% of the time because of who you are?
Only 8% of men who call abuse hotlines find them ‘very helpful’ and get the assistance they need.
Women can abuse. Men can be abused. Men need equality and help too.
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three-eyed-doe · 7 years
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i hate that whenever i get the urge to write, the concept is so much better than the actual clusterfuck of words i type up
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three-eyed-doe · 7 years
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panic attack? absence seizure? malnutrition? the world may never know
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three-eyed-doe · 7 years
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daydreaming by radiohead is the last thing you feel before you die
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three-eyed-doe · 7 years
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im starting to wonder if i actually had a seizure or if i just passed out cus my dumb ass doesn't know how to sleep or eat enough
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three-eyed-doe · 7 years
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what's new pussycat is to that diner as sympathy for the devil is to my moms radio
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three-eyed-doe · 7 years
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LOL
“Nigga we bout to let you go cause you gone suffer enough when you get home”
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three-eyed-doe · 7 years
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depression meal #666 (extreme hunger edition)
cold squishy mozzarella sticks from yesterday, 2 kit kats and a strawberry now and later, and the root beer float and French toast sticks your mom just got you from sonic
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