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kromatone:

congenitalprogramming:

athenagirl1990:

projectunbreakable:

A friend of mine shared this post on Twitter today about something one of her friend’s witnessed in NYC last night, and I felt it was important for us to post it on here - as a way of both getting the word out and seeing if anyone has any way of helping the situation (blogging, writing an article, knowledge of a missing person, etc.) Please share if you can - there has to be something we can do to help. It is possible to get in touch with the original source - please first email it to projectunbreakable@gmail.com and we will forward it to her. 

Jesus fucking Christ.

Jesus fucking Christ.

If possible, never, ever let someone leave like this. If you can offer the cabbie money to not go. Insist that the woman, man, child that is being abducted stays with you. DO NOT LET THEM GO.

(via fakeyourdeath)

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bagmilk:

dslubes:

macintush:

"BLESS THIS POST"

shut up

"WHY DOESNT THIS HAVE MORE NOTES"

shut up

"ITS BACK"

shut up

"reblogging again"

shut up

"this"

shut up

"finally someone said it"

shut up

finally someone said it omg bless this post i’m reblogging again because it’s back why doesn’t it have more notes omg

(via john-echbert)

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do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.

you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
forever.

there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.

but you will never be
and have never been
“too much.”

"

- "this started as something completely different, but everything comes back to you, doesn’t it?" - tyler ford (via tylerthelatteboy)

(via john-echbert)

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darning-socks:

fanfiction is nice until you’re threatened with being a character in it

(via john-echbert)

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allanimeistrash:

spongebob really understood this whole gender thing on a deeper level

(via john-echbert)

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pizzaight:

shutsman:

WHAT SPORT IS THIS?

my sport

(via iamthereal-obviously)

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acacophony:

iwriteaboutfeminism:

Police continue to make arrests at Ferguson protest.

Part 4.

Take note: The moment people stopped reblogging and tweeting and writing news articles and calling attention to Ferguson, they brought back the armored cars. It is not over. They were waiting for the world to lose interest and knew it would.

(via iamthereal-obviously)

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walkfasterr:

skankmcmeow:

I see your shifting gaze, that disgusted glance. I know you’re questioning my parenting from across the elementary school assembly.

Let me tell you a little story about the kindergarten student with bright purple hair, my little Raven Marie…

A month before school started she decided to play hair stylist with the craft scissors, and to save what was left I had to opt for a pixie cut. She was absolutely devastated. It was about three hours before she stopped her harsh sobbing and hiccups.

Why?

She has thought that the length of a girls hair was what made her “girly”. I know I’ve personally had many hairstyles around her before, including a purple mohawk, which many people criticized as not being “girly” enough. Media, other children, other parents, and society made it worse. She would randomly burst in tears while out in public for the first week of her new style, screaming that she looked like a boy. That everyone would think she’s a boy.

At one point she took off her bow in her hair, threw it at a cashier and screamed, “I DON’T NEED THIS BOW TO TELL YOU THAT I’M NOT A BOY, BECAUSE I’M NOT”

Proudly stomping away in her blue jean overalls, head held high.

Once we edged closer to the first day of school she kept asking questions like, “Do you think the other kids will like me? Do you think they’ll be my friend? Will they think I’m a boy? Will they pick on me because I have boy hair?”

So I went to the grocery store, bought some dye, and spent the whole night transforming my bright blonde little girl into a plum punk rock fairy. I then assured her that if any of the kids didn’t like her, they were just jealous.

As for you, mothers and teachers with the wandering eyes filled with disgust and judgement, I’m in the business of raising a free spirit.

Here’s to you, Raven Marie. I love you.

Yay to kids with colored hair cause, why the hell not!

(via fairyxfoxes)

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