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itsalyssayo:

se-ren-d-ipi-ty:

lacigreen:

snarkenstone:

On the left we have the lyrics from Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines. On the right we rape survivors participating in Project Unbreakable, showing the various things that were said to them by their rapist.

From the Mouths of Rapist: The Lyrics to Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines

i think this is the most powerful photoset i’ve ever seen on tumblr.

Reblogging until you understand why this song is so vile

i hate this song

hartnellss:

"In marrying your nephew, I should not consider myself as quitting that sphere. He is a gentleman; I am a gentleman’s daughter; so far we are equal."

playbilly:

I have been waiting so long for this gifset for so long you have no idea

controversial-tabloid-story:

lexxerduglas:

clorinspats:

shade-rartblog:

thewingedshadow:

elliotexplicit:

cineraria:

How to Fold a Shirt in Under 2 Seconds - YouTube
伊東家の食卓

I just did this. Legit.

the fuck

Clearly this is black magic at work here

been folding my shirts like this for so long that it feels weird to do it any other way

WHAT THE SHIT

I just did this for my mom and she screamed.

But where to put you?

northernmind-southernheart:

The american sex education system.

orchid-ink:

iraffiruse:

Satisfying things

being a human is so weird

Framed Fame

It was nothing but a juvenile dream,
Its concept was merely lost in those fake days.
Crashing the entire soul and its self-esteem.
Still, passion of the immortal art held eternal grace
While the white smoke cleansed the signing air;
All polluted with fine roses and unaging desires.
My foes and allies amused themselves with one last affair
In which they twirled and perned their hopes in the gyres.

I smoked and burned the final cigarettes of time
To write the early words of my rapture.
Transformed them to my throes, while still hit the chime.
I was mistaken when my dreams I desired to capture,
And bottle them all in my fantasy childish land.
All I wished and desired for with my tears I cried to inspire
Those lost and delirious souls that needed to take a stand,
And finally create glittering fields for the new anticipated gyre.

March 4, 2014

· poem · poetry · writing ·

confessionsofarebel:

These aren’t just pictures.

They’re the pictures.

❝ Life imitates art. ❞

- Lana Del Rey, Gods & Monsters (via thauwn)

willcub:

So many of you are too young to remember why Diana, Princess of Wales, was such a remarkable person.  She pissed off most of Buckingham Palace, was her own woman, and wasn’t afraid to get down out of the motorcade and be with the regular people.

She was a regular person, just with a title and fancy clothes.  

Among the first big “names” to visit, talk to, and even touch those dying of AIDS in English hospitals, Diana’s trademark was her ability to break down insurmountable barriers.

The beautiful United States of America
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