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Nothing like waking up to a little panic, Miguel decided we were going to play hide and seek this morning. … He just forgot to tell me… I also would like to point out that he chose this shelf rather that the Harry Potter right next to it…. seems I have my work cut out for me. #catsofinstagram #newcatmon #panicked #books #notamused #puttingcatnipinthehpbooks

“I don’t believe in love at first sight but I do believe in seeing someone from across the room and knowing instantly that they’re going to matter to you.”

—   Ryan O’Connell (via missmegrose)

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ninfia:

Do you ever have that moment when a kid is looking at you and you realize that they’re looking at you as a grown up? Then its like no child im a children too, dont. Im sorry my outward appearance confuses you.

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fluent-in-lesbianism:

i saw you had an ask wanting the video, i think this is what they are looking for?

This is exactly what they were looking for. Thank you so much! <3

Anatomy of a Love Seen (alternate link in case the one above doesn’t work)

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I&#8217;m in the Tardis #drwho #whovian #nerd4life   (at The Pandorica)

jessica-lepp:

lauralittlex:

i want people to know i’m struggling but i don’t want people to know i’m struggling do you see my problem

exactly ^^^

(via tentacles-and-stardust)

This is the rape joke:
My best friend was four years old the first time his father came into his room at midnight and tore out his throat. He still has days when I cannot hold him because the memory of a bleeding trachea haunts his doorway. He has not been home for the holidays in many years, but – even now – hands are seen as weapons.

This is the rape joke:
I have been told by more than twenty people that they have been raped. To all of them, I asked where the rapist was. From none of them, I heard ‘jail.’

This is the rape joke:
Once my brother told me that I was so ugly, I would be a virgin forever. Unless someone raped me. But even they wouldn’t come back for seconds.

This is the rape joke:
I believed him.

This is the rape joke:
I now look at every woman on the street and wonder if the space between her legs is a crime scene, surrounded by ripped caution tape. The statistics tell me that this is so common that I will never be in a room that does not contain a survivor. Not even if I am in that room alone.

This is the rape joke:
I was thirteen years old, and he was supposed to be just a friend.

This is the rape joke:
When his older brother came home, the boy pulled away. He wiped the tears from my face and said ‘we should do this again some time.’

This is the rape joke:
When I finally told my parents, they asked what I had been wearing.

This is the rape joke:
I had been wearing my innocence. My trust. I had worn the love I held for humanity and expected to be treated well. I had never been taught that I would be that girl, the one who keeps a mine of secrets between her legs – that girl was the slut. I wasn’t supposed to be breakable.
What had I been wearing? I wore the rape joke, then I became it.

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This is the Rape Joke | d.a.s

After Lora Mathis’s poem “the Rape Joke

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snatchedweaves:

asiareneebelike:

wtf




This is the ultimate level of frogger&#8230;

snatchedweaves:

asiareneebelike:

wtf

This is the ultimate level of frogger…

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