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mariekebosma:

”A women is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.”
by marieke bosma

mariekebosma:

”A women is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.”

by marieke bosma

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blackpeopledoshittoo:

bluelightvine:

 A lone African-American student waits for class to start at a newly integrated high school. Photograph by Robert W. Kelley. Clinton, Tennessee, 1956 

Important

blackpeopledoshittoo:

bluelightvine:

 A lone African-American student waits for class to start at a newly integrated high school. Photograph by Robert W. Kelley. Clinton, Tennessee, 1956 

Important

(via expensive-simplicities)

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jerrielzapata:

inkaholicshane:





Bruce Lee plays ping pong with nunchucks like a boss



this is that shit you reblog every single time you see it on your dash. this man is a beast.


who the fuck is that walking throughout this shit like a bootleg movie tho ? can you sit that ass down

jerrielzapata:

inkaholicshane:

Bruce Lee plays ping pong with nunchucks like a boss

this is that shit you reblog every single time you see it on your dash. this man is a beast.

who the fuck is that walking throughout this shit like a bootleg movie tho ? can you sit that ass down

(via silvaporsent)

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alltimeangela:

"When I compared you to the sun, I didn’t realize that I was setting myself up to become your Icarus. But I confess that I would have let my you melt my wings regardless. You were always worth the risk. After all, love is a vicious game that only ends two ways: eternity or devastation. And if there were a calculator to find the percentage of every day love stories that have happy endings, it would not be a result for Hallmark cards. I don’t know how or when this will all play out, but we have limited outcomes. The only one that doesn’t end with my souls every fragment in pieces is the one where we one day die together, hand-in-hand. Love is not a benevolent force. It holds things together until it inevitably rips them down the center again. But I am still not afraid of becoming your Icarus. Meanwhile you’re off pretending she’s me every time you close your eyes. Eventually, though, you’ll realize that a street light can’t replace the moon."

alltimeangela:

"When I compared you to the sun, I didn’t realize that I was setting myself up to become your Icarus. But I confess that I would have let my you melt my wings regardless. You were always worth the risk. After all, love is a vicious game that only ends two ways: eternity or devastation. And if there were a calculator to find the percentage of every day love stories that have happy endings, it would not be a result for Hallmark cards. I don’t know how or when this will all play out, but we have limited outcomes. The only one that doesn’t end with my souls every fragment in pieces is the one where we one day die together, hand-in-hand. Love is not a benevolent force. It holds things together until it inevitably rips them down the center again. But I am still not afraid of becoming your Icarus. Meanwhile you’re off pretending she’s me every time you close your eyes. Eventually, though, you’ll realize that a street light can’t replace the moon."

(Source: transcendentalbrilliance, via suicide-weakness)

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2 months ago

Frank Ocean (via angelaisbeast)

(Source: l-ucia, via ilikepie-69)

Go for someone who is proud to have you.
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