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gothqirl:

sometimes I want to listen to soft nice indie music and sometimes I want to listen to heavy metal rock and sometimes I want to listen to hardcore gangster rap and that’s just life

roboclaws:

HEY I JUST MET YOU

AND THIS IS CRAZY

BUT HERE’S MY NUMBER

SO COME TAKE DOWN AN INTERNATIONAL NEONAZI TERRORIST ORGANISATION WITH ME

MAYBE?

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"I wanna be your “1am I can’t sleep” text"

All I want to do is cut real deep and drink myself into a coma. 

So Sam wouldn’t move into the Brayton Street house with the family. It upset me, but I understood. It was a tiny ass house.

Then some shit happened, and suddenly my family had to move. I was intent on not moving with them. Immediately Sam says we’ll start looking for our own place together. 

Now that the family has found a big five bedroom place that’s absolutely gorgeous, and after she’s said she’d move into it with us, she’s suddenly deciding she doesn’t want to.

I only fucking agreed to do this because she’d be with me. 

If i move to this place, and she stays at her (semi abusive) home, i’m never going to be able to see her. It would take hours to get to her house by buss, and neither of us drive.

I would never see her.

And she promised… 

quick reminder !!

hyperlink37:

if u find out about a person’s sexual orientation or gender identity thru tumblr n u know them irl:

1. if they haven’t come out to u, u rlly shouldn’t bring it up

2. if u rlly gotta bring it up (eg to ask about pronouns or something) do so privately and be respectful n a decent human being n all that

3. don’t u dare out them to other people irl, this could seriously endanger them

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Two other women, also breast cancer survivors, said their husbands left them after they were diagnosed. Both had to have mastectomies (in case anyone doesn’t know, this is the surgical operation to remove one or both breasts).

The first woman said her husband told her that he would rather see her dead than see her lose her breasts. The second woman had her operation and waited all day to be picked up by her husband, who never arrived. By nightfall, one of the nurses offered to give her a ride, and she came home to find the house empty.

Obviously, these are extreme cases of a man’s reaction to his wife’s breast cancer, but this is what I see when I see the “I ♥ Boobies” bracelets. I see love of the body parts, not the person being treated—not the patient, not the victim, not the survivor.

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baeddelbludd:

LIFE HACK: disguise your nervous breakdown as a series of jokes

And suddenly I’m not excited to be moving anymore.