koujakuandthediamonds:

the worst is when you’re reading a really good book that follows multiple characters’ stories and you love it 90% of the time until it periodically switches back to that one character’s story that you just could not care less about and it’s like an entire chapter of internal groaning while waiting for the plot to switch back to a character you actually care about

(via enjoy-the-peep-show)

these-times-shall-pass:

click for relatable on your dash!
 265250
19 Aug 14 at 3 am

I have become rather fearful I suppose.  (via dollpoetry)

(via dream--on--it)

"I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough."

 19417
19 Aug 14 at 3 am

White people can’t experience racism (via black—lamb)

(via geezjenner)

"

The fact that white people equate a Starbucks joke to being enslaved, being racially profiled, being stripped of basic human rights, being denied jobs, being treated as less than human, being seen as suspect by default, and being hated from the moment of birth just proves how far they are from seeing our side..

They have hurt feelings while we have dead children.

"

 74592
19 Aug 14 at 3 am

BLUE VALENTINE

fucked up movie.

(via aanorexorcistt)

BLUE VALENTINE
fucked up movie.

theblackdalia:

I’m seeing a lot of mess about Sudan on my dash today and Sudanese identity politics so let me clear things up:

If you’re not from Sudan, or remotely understand it, keep Sudan out your fucking mouth.

(via seeksabr)

 301432
14 Aug 14 at 3 am

(Source: , via slutwhat)

Waiting for you all it does is break my heart

"Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought"

Waiting for you is like waiting for this revolution to truly start

                     both exhausting and hopeless

Waiting for you is like family waiting behind the doors of hospitals

Loving you is a series of a young girl picking rose petals

whispering to herself “he loves me, he loves me not”

                        both confused and restless 

The thought of you is enough to turn my tamed heart wild

Your b

ody is an undiscovered continent that satisfies my wanderlust

Your arms are my sanctuary

Your eyes an island where I’m lost and never want to be found

Your hands strip away all the masks I try to wear

and yet again I go back to being that little girl

                        both happy and reckless

My body is a temple because everything you touched felt sacred 

and if you stay I’ll let you in on a little secret

that every time we touch I feel this euphoric rush

and every time we reach climax I feel closer to god

for I have travelled the seven skies and crossed the seven seas as I explored your body in my mind

Your body is a volcano and everything but my arms is lava

but you sir are like a fair government system

                both non-existent and fictional