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After a visit to the occultist’s, I was transformed into Robocop. I am also blind for the next 24 hours. Yay me.

After a visit to the occultist’s, I was transformed into Robocop. I am also blind for the next 24 hours. Yay me.

So today was Choir UIL, my first and my oh my was it something. These next two months are really going to take it out of me, so I will leave this decent selfie here before the season takes its ugly toll on me :) #stress #UIL #themusicseason #nottoougly #stressacnelol #onebiglongsigh

So today was Choir UIL, my first and my oh my was it something. These next two months are really going to take it out of me, so I will leave this decent selfie here before the season takes its ugly toll on me :) #stress #UIL #themusicseason #nottoougly #stressacnelol #onebiglongsigh

kingofscots:

panic

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at the disco

Ok

I like how this is just put out there.

I like how this is just put out there.

Oh…

Oh…

Well then.

Well then.

“If your partner is consenting, you will see them meeting you halfway on stuff, responding to your touch, touching you back, making approving noises, positioning their body helpfully, making occasional eye contact, smiling, giggling, kissing you, smelling your skin.

If your partner pulls away, flinches, draws back, goes still, goes limp, freezes, is silent, looks unhappy, starts holding their breath, goes from meeting you halfway to merely allowing your touch: stop and check in with words. Maybe they’re ticklish? Maybe they want to stop.”

Let’s talk about consent in practice. | Disrupting Dinner Parties (via veganthology)

This sounds useful.

  1. I left my favorite pair of underwear at your house. I know your mother hates me, can I come pick them up?
    [delete]
  2. It’s been almost a month and I still miss you like a fucking limb.
    [delete]
  3. I didn’t know my bones could ache until I met you.
    [delete]
  4. You know, a week before we broke up, do you remember? I had bought a book of poetry. You asked why I didn’t read something more interesting and I could feel my insides splinter.
    [delete]
  5. You said poetry was all lies dressed up to sound pretty. When I look at you these days, I want to ask if sadness sounds pretty to you too.
    [delete]
  6. It’s 3 a.m. and this alcohol tastes like you.
    [delete]
  7. I saw you staring at me today during Lit class. I smiled at you and you didn’t smile back. I almost cried.
    [delete]
  8. The girl who sits next to me smells like you.
    [delete]
  9. I miss you.
    [delete]
  10. I have never had so many bad nights.
    [delete]
  11. Sometimes I write poetry about you on the internet. Strangers who have never met either of us think you’re cruel – they tell me if they had the honor of loving me, we’d have sex three times a day and they’d scream my name when they came.
    [delete]
  12. They think it is beautiful, how I am broken. I don’t think they understand.
    [delete]
  13. You used to tell me I was beautiful. I tried saying it in the mirror the other day, but it sounded wrong without your mouth wrapped around it.
    [delete]
  14. Everything I say sounds wrong without your mouth wrapped around it.
    [delete]
  15. We were never in love, but, oh God, we could have been.
    [delete]

"15 Texts I Almost Sent You" by d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)

Well.

Sorry. It’s kind of Fucking hard.

Sorry. It’s kind of Fucking hard.

dorkydoitsu:

santabeilschmidt:

IM SO FUCKING PUMPED CHRISTMAS IS IN FOUR DAYS TIME TO SHOVE SOME GINGERBREAD MEN UP MY ASSHOLE

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Oh. Ok.

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