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Reblogged from aw-2040
thesteveurkelinme:

g-mentalityyy:

bitchcraftandwiggatry:

mr-sali:

open-ended-insanity:

all-thingsdisney:

thegoddamazon:

cronus-chan:

freyasfolly:

sheishigh:

the gif never ends

Is no one going to comment on the fact that he HAS NO REFLECTION?????

cause this is thriller

Thriller night.

There is no
Man In The Mirror

So if there is no man in the mirror, how did he ask him to change his ways?

Tell them that it’s human nature.

Why?

Lmaoooo y’all annoying omg

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thesteveurkelinme:

g-mentalityyy:

bitchcraftandwiggatry:

mr-sali:

open-ended-insanity:

all-thingsdisney:

thegoddamazon:

cronus-chan:

freyasfolly:

sheishigh:

the gif never ends

Is no one going to comment on the fact that he HAS NO REFLECTION?????

cause this is thriller

Thriller night.

There is no

Man In The Mirror

So if there is no man in the mirror, how did he ask him to change his ways?

Tell them that it’s human nature.

Why?

Lmaoooo y’all annoying omg

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TumbleOn
)

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Happy Easter / Oestre / Ishtar / day of celebration. May the light within in you be called forward to shine more brightly. May you be renewed in your dedication to become the best version of yourself. May the highest version of you be honored, supported, loved, and embraced.


Reblogged from prana-miranda
Your purpose has nothing to do with what you do. There, I said it. Your purpose is about discovering and nurturing who you truly are, to know and love yourself at the deepest level and to guide yourself back home when you lose your way. That’s it. Everything else is your burning passion, your inspired mission, your job, your love-fueled hobby, etc. Those things are powerful and essential, but they’re not your purpose. Your purpose is much bigger than that. Kris Carr (via prana-miranda)

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Reblogged from larmoyante
Three o’clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can’t sleep, I am so happy. Anton Chekhov, About Love and Other Stories (via larmoyante)

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Reblogged from odditiesoflife

The Most Beautiful Trees In The World

  1. Portland Japanese Garden, Portland, Oregon. Photo: Unknown
  2. Red maples trees path. Photo: Ildiko Neer
  3. Most beautiful wisteria tree in the world. Photo: Brian Young
  4. Yellow autumn in Central Park, New York. Photo: Christopher Schoenbohm
  5. Amazing Angel Oak Tree, Charlston, Photo by Mark Requidan.
  6. Cherry blossom tree path, Germany. Photo: Shoeven
  7. California in autumn. Photo: Mizzy Pacheco
  8. Jacaranda trees in bloom, South Africa. Photo: Falke
  9. Ponthus beech tree in Brocéliande forest, France. Photo: Christophe Kiciak
  10. Beautiful cherry blossom road. Photo: Unknown

(Source: onebigphoto.com, via lipstickandfreespeech)

Reblogged from dolorimeter

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Reblogged from rarararambles
i’m sorry that you were not truly loved and that it made you cruel Warsan Shire (via rarararambles)

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Reblogged from marginalutilite
Really can’t stand the phrase “at risk youth”. At risk of what? Colonialism? Imperialism? Violence from the state that puts them at “risk”?

Jessica Danforth, Native Youth Sexual Health Network (via marginalutilite)

Also “at risk” kids are usually “at risk” of abuse and neglect as well but people don’t like when you bring that up for some reason.

(via titspirational)

(Source: nativeyouthsexualhealth.com, via bandersnatchin)

Reblogged from ripopgodazippa

ripopgodazippa:

why is everyone acting like kid cudi in a crop-top is revolutionary when prince has been rocking crops for almost 3 decades

image

y’all late as usual

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Reblogged from ribcagemoth

the only thing i remember
learning from my aunt is that its much easier
to spread butter on bread
with a spoon
instead of a knife and
i know that’s nothing significant, but not all of us
are heroes after we die.

most of us are just people
like you and me;
being thought of during the little things, like
standing at the kitchen counter
making toast.

lynn, e.m. (via authorofcolor)

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15/30

Observations Made During Juvenile Court

Shuffle the papers.
Name the case some person less name.
Do not look at the mother.
Her shoulders, curving toward her hips. Her body trying to swallow itself.
Her face is a sunken volcano, now empty.


She does not understand the language they keep using like an inside joke,
or a game of fast dancing cups.


Her child cannot look at her,
his brave face too important a shield to surrender,
remorse a target he cannot afford to wear when he passes back through the door.

He knows about being a target.
He knows a secret language too.
He knows the beauty of a defiant chin,

something not everybody knows how to see,

but his mother, she has it too.

c. 2014 Suzi Q. Smith