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leaveyourkeyinthemailb0x:

"im not a feminist"

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Meet Yourself in The Mirror | Spoken Word Poetry | Ashley Wylde

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lameborghini:

getting caught taking selfies in public changes u as a person

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nohnoelle:

How To Train Your Humans

nohnoelle:

How To Train Your Humans

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Monkeys and Strings

ashleywyldepoetry:

I’ve got a monkey on my back called expectation
I’ve got a string tied to my toes called, “meet me half way”
I’ve got a voice in my left ear. It whispers.
Tells me, “honey, you haven’t got half the guts or half the wit to pull it all off.”
I’ve found a lot of people subscribe to fear

Even on Sundays, I am unholy
Even in the face of scrutiny, I transgress
Even in cases of consequence, I’m unapologetically genuine and I’m sorry that’s not what you thought you would hear

Every day I wake up and I bare my soul
I come clean, I am forthcoming and sure
I’m no saint just for saying my piece, it’s a puzzle
you’re no captain just for calling me incomplete

On my good days I am the mouth and the message
On my good days I am a beacon, and a giver, and a change of perspective
On my good days I am a clothesline
That sweet girl comes to hang all her sins out to dry and I don’t judge her, I don’t hold her to her word, I just protect her, and ruin anything that’s ever made her hurt

On my bad days I linger; I don’t know how to make ideas
I see myself and let it slip, “what really have you done?”
On my bad days I tell her,
Go take your laundry elsewhere
I’m too busy, too dirty, too empty to help you feel clean

On my good days, I listen
On my bad days I lose sleep
On my good days I write poetry
On my bad days I count sheep

On my good days I don’t even notice you
On my good days I don’t feel incomplete

On my bad days I do hear you, and I almost think it matters
On my bad days I work hard not to drag my feet
But on my bad days I still know about respect

On my bad days, I’ve still got you beat

July 19th, 2014

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Anonymous said: Where and how do you find gay girls that want to date and talk to them?

That’s not exactly the way the world works, hate to break it to you. My advice? Live your life. Make your goal to be the best you can be. The right person will find you.

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nuditea:

got no problem with watching a full season of tv in one sitting but when it comes time to pick a movie im like “am i really ready to pay attention to something for two hours”

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homelimag:

Cork Globe for Pinpointing Your Travels by Suck UK

NEED. SOMEONE PLEASE

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I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations.
(via odporny)
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Anonymous said: Hi. Do you think you would bind if you had a bigger chest? You know I consider myself genderqueer but I really would like a flat chest, and I am kind of confused because most people link chest disphoria with being a trans man.

There are people who don’t identify as trans who opt for too surgery. It’s all about your experience. I can’t really speculate, because the reason I don’t bind doesn’t really have to do with the size of my chest, it has to do with the fact that I’m comfortable with my body as is. I’d like to think that would extend to any body I would have, but who really knows.

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