Enter galactic, you and me.
  

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micdotcom:

The New York Times pisses off Latino readers with wildly tone deaf headline 

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flyartproductions:

MY ANACONDA DON’T WANT NONE UNLESS YOU GOT BUNS HUN

Lilith with a snake (1886), John Collier / Anaconda, Nicki Minaj

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no-this-is-jarod:

public school dress code

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クリームパン 断面 - Google 検索

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dragonheartedrabbit:

"Waste of good ammo. It’s my privilege to buy you a replacement box."

"All self-respecting whites have a moral responsibility to support our growing number of martyrs to the failed experiment called diversity."

"I thank all Police, you are the ‘Thin Blue Line’ protecting normal Americans from aggressive and entitled primitive savages. America is surely at the tipping point."

Just a few quotes (in case it’s hard to read) from that collection of donation messages for Darren Wilson.

Does anyone else want to say it’s not about race?

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Men judge us
by our broad
hips and forget
their birthplace.

pieddepyper:

Ladies is trubble.

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thisisteariffic:

Yes, I’d like a moon pillow please.

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How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?

Don DeLillo  (via wiltedbones)

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There is this odd trend
of taken women
saying they are too much,
and how the men they love
are amazing for dealing with them.

Love should not be a responsibility.
You should not have to deal with me.
Just because a woman is wild
and free
does not mean she is difficult.
He is not a martyr for loving me
through the good
and not so good.

Some mornings I will wake up swinging,
you do not get a gold star
for still loving me.

Some mornings I will wake up like a lamb,
you do not get a gold star
for loving me.

I am not a hurricane of a girl,
you always have the chance to leave.

Michelle K., Hurricanes.

The Selfie (x)

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softboycollective:

iwriteaboutfeminism:

12:01 AM in Ferguson. Curfew broken.

INDICT HIM AND WE LEAVE

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