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lauragoodall:

My amazing home
nakedandreckless:

A boy sleeps amid the rubble of his destroyed house in Gaza Strip on Sept. 1, 2014
alexbluebonnets:

Holy shit.
4gifs:

If you stop, you die

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rexuality:

a person complaining about puns basically invites every pun enthusiast in the vicinity to come snapping rhythmically from the shadows 

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September 30th, 2014 / 149,565 notes
Introverts, man. We’re weird sometimes. Like, “I love you, but I need to go over here by myself right now. ksumnersmith.  (via wedusv)

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September 29th, 2014 / 44,079 notes

Here it is: You have been touched so many times that a hand on your back doesn’t make you flinch anymore. You know what’s coming. Your legs spread effortlessly, your lips bloom, your hands turn to waterfalls. You are able to let yourself go quickly, almost too quickly.

We were seated across from each other, having a conversation about the weather, when his hand slipped under the table. Your eyes widened for a second and then you went right back to spitting up thunderstorms and floods. When he pulled his hand back up to wipe your scent off with his cloth napkin, you didn’t so much as blink. You told me it was supposed to be cold next week, that an Arctic wind was coming in.

I wonder the last time you were touched and felt something; when you didn’t just close your eyes, lie back, and hope it’d be over soon. You’ve told me story after story about the bedrooms you’ve seen. Boys who lived with their mothers. Men with shiny, modern lofts overlooking screaming cities. Women who decorated with candles and stacks of books. I wonder when you last brought someone into your bedroom and let them see something besides the smooth insides of your thighs. When they saw your journals, your dog-eared books, your photographs, your thoughts.

You are better at the language of sex than love. I get it. Sometimes I think I am too. Sex is simple. The game of “grab your clothes and go” always plays out the same. There are rules and restrictions in it: don’t ask them to breakfast first, don’t leave anything behind, don’t text back, don’t get attached. Sex, when it’s just sex, is easy. It’s nothing. And that’s fine, that’s just fine. But I wonder if you have forgotten that being wanted is one thing and being loved is another, or if you now say “I love you” with a shut mouth, shut eyes, and open thighs.

Being Wanted | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

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September 29th, 2014 / 2,573 notes

divinedorothy:

if white people be like “white people be like” but i’m white and i be like white people be like “white people be like” then who’s driving the car

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September 29th, 2014 / 172,970 notes

(i) You will meet a boy whose lips will taste like raspberries
He will ask you to send him pictures of yourself, in your most intimate state
Do not do it, he is poison, he will use them for his own pleasure then leave you wondering
why you aren’t good enough
Your body is beautiful, but your mind is to die for
He is insignificant

(ii) You will be on the beach one day, a popular girl will point out the stretch marks that delicately lick your hips
She will look you in the eyes and laugh
Don’t you dare cover them up
You are a tiger
You have earned your fucking stripes

(iii) Do not confuse lust with love
You might feel like your insides are melting when he touches your thighs
But it will not be worth the pain of you lying on the bathroom floor sobbing at 4am after he finds someone new

(iv) Wear your favourite shoes all the time
It doesn’t matter if they go with your outfit
So what if they’re bright red?
If you love them wear them

(v) Masturbate
Find out what feels good for you
Don’t ever be ashamed either
You need to find out how to bring yourself to climax
So that you can teach him or her just how you like it, don’t waste time

(vi) Be polite, but if you don’t like something you have no obligation to go through with it
‘No’ is a complete sentence
It does not require justification or explanation

(vii) If you meet someone and he cannot come to terms with the fact that hair grows from your legs, your armpits and your vagina then he does not deserve to be within 10ft of you
You are under no obligation to shave

(viii) Your vagina is supposed to smell like a vagina
It is not supposed to smell like a fucking fruit basket
If he says he will not go down on you because he ‘does not like the smell’
Direct him to the door
Tell him to go and fuck a melon

(ix) If you meet a stranger with green hair that sticks up in all the wrong places
Listen to them
Learn from them, drink in their passion and curiosity

(x) Your mistakes do not define you
Don’t let them keep you awake at night

(xi) You do not need someone else to complete you
You are a masterpiece
Stop waiting for a boy to come and sweep you off your feet
Go on dates, to the cinema, to restaurants
It is okay to do things by yourself
You need to know how to be content with being alone

(xii) Your first and last love should always be yourself.

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September 28th, 2014 / 14,383 notes
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