You just set yourself up for dissapointment.

Again and again and again and again.

And you seem to be the only person who can’t see it.

(Source: w-tf, via graffitiandgirls)

• 1964: I want to hold your hand
• 2012: I wanna fuck you

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visual-poetry:

“XYZT” by adrien m / claire b

»have a look at this video of their performances«

(via »new poetry forms«)

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radicalkitten:

dream113:

forever8infinite:

So there i was just scrolling through someones tumblr, and i came across this and i just stopped. It caught my attention for a long time. I noticed every piece breaking, in slow motion so clearly and the one thing that came to my mind was that moment when your heart breaks. When you can feel it drop and break into little pieces when you hear something that you wish wasn’t true, the truth that you have made yourself not believe, read something you wish hadn’t, or seen something you wish you hadn’t.

This is probably the most meaningful post I’ve ever seen.

wow

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latinegro:

cwriting:

criminallyinnocent:

Here is a Georgia State Trooper in riot gear at a KKK protest in a north Georgia city back in the 80s. The Trooper is black. Standing in front of him and touching his shield is a curious little boy dressed in a Klan hood and robe. I have stared at this picture and wondered what must have been going through that Trooper’s mind. Before the Trooper is an innocent child who is being taught to hate him because of the color of his skin. The child doesn’t understand what he is being taught, and at this point he doesn’t seem to care. Like any other child his curiosity takes hold and he wants to explore this new thing that this man is holding probably because he can see his reflection in it and that’s a neat thing and he wants to check it out. In this picture I see innocence mixed with hate, the irony of a black man protecting the right of white people to assemble in protest against him, temperance in the face of ignorance, and hope that racism can be broken because this young boy may remember that a black man smiled at him once and he didn’t seem so bad after all.

smh

“Racism isn’t born, folks, it’s taught. I have a two-year-old son. You know what he hates? Naps! End of list.” ~Dennis Leary

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I feel like i’m finally coming out of this cave

One that i’ve been hiding away in for way too long. You’ve shown me how to get back out there, and now i don’t want to go back

Music if my subsitute for love