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What is it that make people decide that it is okay to lie? That its okay to hurt others? To deceive? Make them believe you care then at the very last moment rip out the hope their hearts. Then apologize and believe that’s all it takes.

What is it that make others believe in the lies? To trust the decievers? To say it’s okay when they know that their heart has just been shattered?

Why must we suffer for the malicious intent of others? Truth is that sometimes I feel I deserve it. I deserve to be lied to. I deserve to be abandoned. I don’t deserve to be loved, to be cared for, or to even be listen to. My voice should stay unspoken and actions forgotten. I should just form a wave from my tears to wash myself away from existence. Leave no trace behind. For I will eventually be forgotten. I always am. Maybe here, I can finally be heard. Maybe even remembered.or maybe not. Who knows..

doctor-in-the-impala:

arnsterdamn:

i just love how nickelodeon made a subtle joke about boobs.

The kids face in the purple getting the joke though.

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c0rrupting:

noobtheloser:

"Day four hundred and sixty three in captivity. I am crestfallen."

serialrellihc lmao idk this just made me laugh

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c0rrupting:

So I got a tattoo.. Story time!
So my mom always told me if I want a tattoo to get one with meaning behind it
Well my tattoo is dedicated to my uncle
You see ever since I was younger my uncle became my best friend
One of my only
I had shitty friends, ones who walked all over me and used me and ones who just pretended to like me but didn’t really want me around
I knew this but I just wanted friends
So basically he became my only true friend except I only got to see him every summer I visited my Nana
He would take me places and teach me how to play guitar or computer games and he would jump on the trampoline with me and go in the pool with me because I had no one else to do this stuff with other than my cousin but even then I barely saw him or we’d always fight and that’s another thing no matter what it was my uncle took my side when we fought I felt like I was a daughter he never had or something
He always found something to keep me entertained I loved him so much
Except when him and my Nana moved back around where me and the rest of my relatives live
I had no reason to spend the summers with them really and ended up seeing them less like the rest of my family because they’re closer and I guess I figured I can see them whenever
I mean don’t get me wrong at first when they moved I saw them every weekend for a little then walked home then it started become less and less to where I would see them probably at family events
Then on December 4th 2007 my uncle committed suicide
I didn’t know he committed suicide til about over a year later which hurt more
I lost one of my best friends at the age of 13 
Everyone knew we were close so that is why they didn’t tell me
But this is the meaning behind my tattoo
My uncle took his own life
No one should ever get to their lowest point where they end up doing so
And whoever feels like it I want them to know life is always worth the fight
No matter how much you may hate yours because of what’s going on in it
Because everything gets better and no matter how shitty you may feel you have to keep fighting and it will all be worth it in the end

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twowhovianhearts:

jacksgettingfitter:

This is my nephew. Just in case it escaped your attention, he is dressed as Belle from Beauty and the Beast.Yesterday I was out for lunch with some of my family, including my nephew who I hadn’t seen for a few months. He was very excited to see me and I was him.As soon as we sat in the restaurant, he started pulling out some princess figurines (which he had amusingly named Rihanna and Gaga), and he was explaining to me how beautiful they were. He told me he wished he could be as beautiful as them even though he was a boy.This kind of comment was nothing new for him.After we all started eating, I noticed he was facing away from us. He turned around with a tear rolling down his cheek and refused to say what was wrong. This was very out of character for him. He was usually so attention seeking and theatrical, and incredibly intelligent for his age.After a while he put his head into his arms on the table and started crying a lot more. I leaned into him and asked what was wrong again.He whispered really quietly to me “I don’t want to be weird.”I responded to him saying “Weird? I’m weird. Weird is good, weird is different!”"But I don’t want to be different, it’s wrong," he replied through tear-stained fingers.Angry, I started “Let me tell you what’s wrong. You are five years old and people are already telling you what you should and shouldn’t say. Or what you should and shouldn’t wear. You’re crying because somebody decided what boys are supposed to do and what girls are supposed to do, and nobody should differ from that. Well, let me tell you a little something about normal…It used to be normal to laugh at people because they had different coloured skin. It used to be normal to bully somebody if they were a boy and they loved another boy, or a girl who loved another girl. It used to be normal to pick on someone for being too fat or too skinny. It used to be normal to pick on different, and the worst part is that a lot of that stuff is still going on.Why would you want to be normal, you’re extraordinary! If anybody tells you that you can’t be a beautiful princess, you put on that fucking dress because you are beautiful and you are a little weird, but nobody normal ever made a fucking bit of difference in the world. You wear whatever the hell you want, and like whatever the hell you like, because it’s people like you that are going to make a real, lasting change.
The world needs a lot more weird and a lot less normal.”And he understood exactly what I meant. He lunged in for a hug and kissed me on the cheek before uttering under his breath “What does ‘fucking’ mean?”I love that kid more than I’ve ever loved anything. Don’t make his generation fight our battles. Shaming of every variety needs to end now, we should be celebrating different, not condemning it. Not just for society as it is now, but for society as it will be.How many more tears do we need our children to cry?

YOU ARE A HERO AND I LOVE YOU

twowhovianhearts:

jacksgettingfitter:

This is my nephew. Just in case it escaped your attention, he is dressed as Belle from Beauty and the Beast.

Yesterday I was out for lunch with some of my family, including my nephew who I hadn’t seen for a few months. He was very excited to see me and I was him.

As soon as we sat in the restaurant, he started pulling out some princess figurines (which he had amusingly named Rihanna and Gaga), and he was explaining to me how beautiful they were. He told me he wished he could be as beautiful as them even though he was a boy.

This kind of comment was nothing new for him.

After we all started eating, I noticed he was facing away from us. He turned around with a tear rolling down his cheek and refused to say what was wrong. This was very out of character for him. He was usually so attention seeking and theatrical, and incredibly intelligent for his age.

After a while he put his head into his arms on the table and started crying a lot more. I leaned into him and asked what was wrong again.

He whispered really quietly to me “I don’t want to be weird.”

I responded to him saying “Weird? I’m weird. Weird is good, weird is different!”

"But I don’t want to be different, it’s wrong," he replied through tear-stained fingers.

Angry, I started “Let me tell you what’s wrong. You are five years old and people are already telling you what you should and shouldn’t say. Or what you should and shouldn’t wear. You’re crying because somebody decided what boys are supposed to do and what girls are supposed to do, and nobody should differ from that. Well, let me tell you a little something about normal…

It used to be normal to laugh at people because they had different coloured skin. It used to be normal to bully somebody if they were a boy and they loved another boy, or a girl who loved another girl. It used to be normal to pick on someone for being too fat or too skinny. It used to be normal to pick on different, and the worst part is that a lot of that stuff is still going on.

Why would you want to be normal, you’re extraordinary! If anybody tells you that you can’t be a beautiful princess, you put on that fucking dress because you are beautiful and you are a little weird, but nobody normal ever made a fucking bit of difference in the world. You wear whatever the hell you want, and like whatever the hell you like, because it’s people like you that are going to make a real, lasting change.


The world needs a lot more weird and a lot less normal.”

And he understood exactly what I meant. He lunged in for a hug and kissed me on the cheek before uttering under his breath “What does ‘fucking’ mean?”

I love that kid more than I’ve ever loved anything. Don’t make his generation fight our battles.

Shaming of every variety needs to end now, we should be celebrating different, not condemning it. Not just for society as it is now, but for society as it will be.
How many more tears do we need our children to cry?





YOU ARE A HERO AND I LOVE YOU

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crocobaby:

Do you think every president goes through a awkward first few weeks in office when they’re not sure when’s the right time to ask if aliens are real or not?

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sherlocksmyth:

"boys don’t like girls who wear make-up."

"boys don’t like girls who eat too much."

"boys don’t like girls who talk too much."

sounds like boys are gay.

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valvala:

boundtothewater:

ashfirin:

please watch this video of a deer having a temper tantrum because no one will feed him

feed him

this dog is SICK

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gr4ceffa:

this video was a ride from start to finish

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sararfujoshi:

queersecrets:

IPhone notepad background with text:"I am a lesbian asexual (romantically and sensually interested in women, sexually interested in no one), but I have to hide my asexuality in order to be accepted in the queer community. I’m so tired of hiding who I am.”

Este texto mostra toda a minha aflição, pois infelizmente também tenho de esconder a minha sexualidade. :/

sararfujoshi:

queersecrets:

IPhone notepad background with text:
"I am a lesbian asexual (romantically and sensually interested in women, sexually interested in no one), but I have to hide my asexuality in order to be accepted in the queer community. 
I’m so tired of hiding who I am.”

Este texto mostra toda a minha aflição, pois infelizmente também tenho de esconder a minha sexualidade. :/

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