I’ve reached the point where I really don’t know which of these three options to pick. There’s just too much at stake and whichever I choose I risk losing something. God help me.
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girl-a:


I JUST SPENT LIKE AN 1 HOUR OF MY LIFE ON THIS, GENIUS


this is legit so sick. 

mindfuck

whoaaa

this is AMAZING

EVERYONE DO IT aaaaaaaaa

Whoa.

3, 18, and 23 are probably my favourites.

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heaveniswheretheheartis:

Don’t Stereotype MeUniversity of Mary Washington Islamic Student Association campaign against stereotyping and judging on campus. This campaign was inspired by the Trayvon Martin case. Stereotyping essentially killed Trayvon Martin so we wanted to raise awareness about the negative effects of stereotyping. 

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HAHAH aww :’3
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Medusa, Carol Ann Duffy

A suspicion, a doubt, a jealousy
grew in my mind,
which turned the hairs on my head to filthy snakes
as though my thoughts
hissed and spat on my scalp.

My bride’s breath soured, stank
in the grey bags of my lungs.
I’m foul-mouthed now, foul-tongued,
yellow-fanged.
There are bullet tears in my eyes.
Are you terrified?

Be terrified.
It’s you I love,
perfect man, Greek God, my own;
but I know you’ll go, betray me, stray
from home.
So better by for me if you were stone.

I glanced at a buzzing bee,
a dull grey pebbly fell
to the ground.
I glanced at a singing bird,
a handful of dusty gravel
spattered down

I looked at a ginger cat,
a housebrick
shattered a bowl of milk.
I looked at a snuffling pig,
a boulder rolled
in a heap of shit.

I stared in the mirror.
Love gone bad
showed me a Gorgon.
I stared at a dragon.
Fire spewed
from the mouth of a mountain.

And here you come
with a shield for a heart
and a sword for a tongue
and your girls, your girls.
Wasn’t I beautiful
Wasn’t I fragrant and young?

Look at me now.

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