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erospainter:

I watched you sleeping quietly in my bed You don’t know this now but there’s some things that need to be said And it’s all that I can hear, It’s more than I can bare
What if I fall and hurt myself? Would you know how to fix me
What if I went and lost myself? Would you know where to find me
If I forgot who I am, Would you please remind me, oh?
Cause without you things go hazy
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dayzea:

Lost Coast. 
Taken by @hippiedreamin 
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m-as-tu-vu:

"Human" by MetaLchrome
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35-24-35
As women, we are taught to be tiny. To have small bodies, to never be imposing. The ideal of our gender are thin and childlike, hairless and dainty. We are defined by our bodies; defined by our control over them. We are taught to obsess over our physicality and to be repulsed by our desires and intelligences.
We are taught to walk scared late at night. We cradle our keys between our perfectly manicured fingers, walking gracefully like a baby antelope in a herd of lions. That our virginity defines our character. That I am a frigid bitch if I do not fuck him, and a dirty slut if I do.
written by Michelle K., The Truth About Growing Up A Woman (via d-etoxx)

(via d-etoxx)

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Honestly, this is better than a good morning text. It’s 4am and you’re thinking about me.

I’m never not reblogging this because this means so much more than any other post I’ve seen and ugh.