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Name's Robyn. 19. I spend a majority of my time hating and loving every one I meet.


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taliabobalia:

in case america didn’t look bad enough

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thisisntaforrealsuicide:

houseofalexzander:

Lustrous.

A man in the grocery store line today approached me and said, “Sir, when I first saw you I was extremely attracted to you, but then I noticed that you are a boy. How… I mean, why do you dress so provocatively?”

I responded, “Well, in today’s world the majority of the straight male race view women as objects, or something that belongs to them. I dress provocatively because it attracts the attention of men in a sexual and OBJECTIVE way. However, when realized that I am actually male, they often become confused, disgusted, upset or all of the above. By inflicting this minor emotional damaged upon the ego of a man raised by twisted societal gender norms, maybe, just maybe the individual will think twice before viewing another woman with an objective attitude and sense of belonging. No woman, belongs to ANYONE. Male or female, the equality of human beings needs to be a priority. It is something worth dressing up for.”

I AM NOT KIDDING. The woman behind me, the female cashier, the old lady bagging groceries and the woman in front of me who was talking on the phone STOPPED, …. and proceeded to gasp and clap. The man shook my hand, told me to have a blessed day and then said, “excuse me ladies, I need to visit my daughter.”

…. I was shaking by the time I walked out of the store.

- Elliott Alexzander

Toooo fucking fab. My hero

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ruinedchildhood:

Bikini Bottom just got real..

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On having a partner with PTSD.

The first night we slept together
And she fell asleep in my arms for the first time,
The honeymoon bliss was broken
By the sound of her lungs silently screaming
Until she couldn’t take any more breaths
And sobbed in my arms until morning.

When she moved in with me
And my bed became our bed,
The freshly washed sheet that we used to christen our new start
Was ripped and torn by her fists at 2am
When she clawed at her skin like a kitten locked in a cage.

And medication came and went
As I forced pills into her hand each morning with the hope of a ghost-less night,
And the flashbacks became less
So much so that I can barely remember the words she would call out
As I tried to shake her awake in desperation.

But all it means is that it’s more of a surprise
When we are both woken up in the dark
By the past knocking on the bedroom door.

Violent ghosts,
FRS. (via stayproud-littleowl) I wonder if this how my girlfriend feels when I stay with her on the weekends…. (via totallylesbians)

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indie-moonlight:

we need to coexist, humans are not superior to other living beings.

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