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You can’t say “I don’t do politics”, because silence is a political statement.
Tariq Ramadan (via autretopie)

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I don’t mean to sound facetious. I can’t untangle these memories in my mind, they are spun together like cotton candy, melting like gum on the side walk, flowing down a stream like bottle caps down a gutter and I run alongside chasing them in the rain. Here is what I remember: your face in the shape of a teardrop, the scratches of dad’s chin, like a spiderweb, your arms like a nest. We picked blackberries, or some other small berries that burst on our skin, red and pale peach and yellow like tomatoes. They tasted like sun. I remember my arms were covered with little black, red freckles, sticky and wet, and when the bees surrounded our haze of skin, you cradled. Your hair spun in the light, dad’s eyes blue in the catch. He threw me in the air. You caught me. Or the reverse. I wonder. My feet were wet with sand. Our suits clung to our skin like a web. You kissed my faces, yes all of them, and your breath floated like salt. Salt in our skin, us breathing it, drinking it, and being none the wiser. A single tear was an ocean and we drowned under the sky. Dad pointed to the clouds, that’s us, a smallish white flower in the clear wake pulled until our eyes watered. A minute later it was gone. The coconut of sun tan lotion, the slickness in our mouths, and you said I cried. I kissed the sand goodbye. Hot sun in my teeth, I don’t remember. My arms washed of stains and us none of the wiser.
Hannah Nicole, What I Remember When I Try to Forget (via graceandvictory)
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Dear employers, I will have to take the day off today because:

☐ It’s December and the streets are papier-mached with wet bronze leaves and it’s so dark outside that the cars have their headlights on at 3pm

☐ I have recently been through a breakup, or I have been through a breakup at any time in my life really, and I woke up today with the absolute conviction that I will never be loved again

☐ A dog looked at me

☐ I got a text from someone for whom I feel a mix of concern and frustration and recognition and longing that is both more and less than romance

☐ Someone made a joke about dead pets meeting you in heaven

☐ Daylight savings time

☐ I passed a knot of flowers that were so bright they glowed through the dim grey water of the day and when was anything in my life last that luminous?

☐ Girls are too pretty

☐ For the first time I genuinely comprehend that there is not enough time to have all the lives I wanted

☐ I accidentally listened to Leonard Cohen

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Lazy Town - Cooking by the Book remix
Lazy Town ft. Lil Jon



my anthem

One of my all-time favorite things

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really sick of seeing so much hate directed towards the police on here. look, we get it, you prefer sting’s solo work, i like it too alright? that doesnt mean ‘every little thing she does is magic’ and ‘can’t stand losing you’ arent awesome jams. ‘roxanne’ and ‘don’t stand so close to me’ are classic, don’t even get me started on ‘spirits in the material world’. just stop ok? 

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If I dont respond to your insult it means what i wanted to say was too mean and I decided to let you live

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can’t wait for fall to start so i can stop wearing the same two pairs of shorts all the time and start wearing the same two pairs of jeans all the time

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The Doctor & Amy Pond.
And the days that never came.

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Yep. Not.

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multifandom mess photoshop challenge: [1/5] outfits
   ↳ mary stuart, reign (1x15)
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