May 2013
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[[MORE]]Today while driving back up to school for my last final and moving out, my dad asked me what nature is, and I immediately remembered the paper I spent all of last night writing on religion in Gattaca so I told him he should watch it since it addresses his question and he’d like its answer. And then I read the entire 6 page paper aloud to him in what was probably the first time...
April 2013
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[[MORE]]I miss my boyfriend. A lot. Fuck distance.
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rabioheab:
calling people on the phone is more stressful than open heart surgery
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Things I Often Forget:
I am only nineteen. I am still very young. It’s okay that I don’t know what I’m doing with my life; there’s time to figure it out later. It’s okay that I can be very dependent on others; I’m still learning this whole life thing. It’s okay that I sometimes miss my parents and just want to be around them and have them take care of me; that’s their...
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She's not the girl he's always wanted.
The wanderer, the dreamer, stretched taut between reality and non-existence, a black hole swaddled in purple silk, the mystery no one ever can or will solve, not even him. He wants her, the girl in every novel doomed somewhere in the midst of half-dead and half-alive. Or, he wanted her, that girl with her thin limbs, fiery hair, pale skin. She’s not that girl. Or, she seems not to...
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Students who considered themselves socialists were not so much interested in the...
– bell hooks, where we stand: Class Matters, chapter 4 (via snailfan)
March 2013
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You Can Be Black and White and Neither
It’s kind of frustrating being a socially aware mixed race person who does not primarily identify with their minority half on Tumblr. Like, I am half black, half white. I grew up in a middle to upper middle class area and I continue to live in one now. No black person aside from my dad has lived on my street in my entire life. My hometown’s population is a large majority Hispanic....
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February 2013
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I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are still...
– Warsan Shire (via commanderspock)
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Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of...
– Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart. (via exsuperant)
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She had one goal: to love as if the world would never crumble, as if time had...
– The Girl Who Loved Too Much
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A cousin of the late Emmett Till wonders if Lil Wayne understands just how...
– Emmett Till’s family reacts to Lil Wayne lyric - Yahoo! News
Is Lil’ Wayne wrong? Why or why not? — tanya b.
(via npr)
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How did you do that?” Mr. Poe asked. “Nice girls shouldn’t know how to do such...
– Lemony Snicket, The Reptile Room (via vaginawoolf)
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I have a degree from UCLA. I’m an amateur historian who has written books about...
– Kareem Abdul-Jabbar responds to the response to his response to ‘Girls’ | Huff Post Ent (via popculturebrain)
“Some questioned why a man my age would watch a show about girls in their twenties, as if they’d just discovered me hanging around a school playground with a shopping bag full of candy in...
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ihaveabsolutelynoidea:
atheists who think that religion is the problem and not the way religions have been instiutionalized and manipulated to suit the desires of those in power are the worst
but of course that would require white atheist dudebros to do some self reflection and fuck knows that will never happen
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January 2013
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shoutout to all the other ex-gifted & talented/honor student/straight a/senior editor/star student/99th percentile/once-creative burn-outs who have, since high school, realized they are truly miniscule fish in a giant, endless ocean, criticized themselves to the point of creative paralysis, and participated in so much self-sabotage they no longer see the point of doing anything at all...