Posted 13 hours ago

Send me ‘Have You Evers’ and I will reply with Yes or NO

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Posted 13 hours ago

kerryalaska:

Hag stones, also known as Holey Stones or Witch Stones are stones that have a naturally occurring hole and are usually found near oceans and other bodies of water. They are said to be powerful protection talismans, and when worn or carried they protect the bearer from curses, hexes, negative spirits, and harm. They have also been used to prevent nightmares, being strung on a bedpost or placed underneath pillows. It is also believed that if you peer through the hole of the stone that you can see the Fae Folk and otherworldly entities. If one broke, it is thought to have used its power to protect a life. 

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Posted 13 hours ago
I think I might always be in some kind of love with you.
F. Cabanes (via bl-ossomed)

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Posted 13 hours ago
How fascinating it is that there are millions of people all over the world who are wide awake at 4 am missing someone. And there are millions of people sound asleep at 4 am, with no idea that they’re being missed.
Please come back - Nashville  (via bl-ossomed)

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Posted 13 hours ago

I’m just a needy piece of shit that needs constant reassurance that I’m wanted

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Posted 13 hours ago
Note to self: every time you were convinced you couldn’t go on, you did.
(107/365)

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Posted 15 hours ago

What if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and their snoring like a fucking ass hole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it.
you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness.
I look forward to that, to knowing I made it.

this deserve so many notes

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Posted 16 hours ago

yxxck:

florderst:

shawnali:

The first time I held a human brain in Anatomy Lab I was completely speechless. I looked at my classmates expecting a similar reaction and they looked back at me confused like…”dude let’s start identifying the structures.” I had to take a step back and let it process…in my hands was someone’s entire life. From start to finish, every memory, every emotion, every bodily control…was right there in my hands. 

I don’t care if people unfollow this is spectacular

This post just fucked me up literally

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Posted 17 hours ago

If I wake tomorrow,
and the sadness still lives inside these weary bones,
I will scream until my throat turns to blood.
I will take this throbbing skin by its clothespins
and I will shake it out,
freeing it of its dust.

If I make it to tomorrow,
I will swallow enough blood to save
the both of us,
I will journey miles of tall, emerald green grass
and I will reach inside this skin,
brushing my neosporn fingertips along what is raw and heaving,
finding peace
like a harp,
serenading my ache, awakening my love.

Finally,
I will unbuckle this heart and
surrender to the medicine,
the Prozac, the Klonopin.
I will make my mother proud.

But there is a catch.
I am an artist and
if I cannot turn this suffering to beauty,
I might as well not suffer at all.

So please stay on the line…
if I do not make it to tomorrow,
let my pain fade with the rain.
Remember me in fog,
in stoplights,
in red hot, dancing flames.
Allow my memory to burn your throat
like your first shot of vodka.
Do as I would do,
spit cherry pits at the whistling boys,
live defiantly.
Swallow the lock in your throat,
rid the acid from your lungs.
Remember that this life is meant to be lived loudly or not at all.
You are not a spark,
you’re the Great Chicago Fire
and you could devour cities with the power hidden inside your palms.

Abbie Nielsen, You be the fire/ I’ll be the smoke/ I will not let you forget me. (via passionandcoffeestains)
Posted 19 hours ago
White people in America are a trip… they exterminate the Native American and then try to dress just like them. What kind of necrophilia is that?

A Huey P. Newton Story

 

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