luckydreaming:

my anaconda don’t…

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my anaconda don’t…

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My anaconda dont’ want none unless you got buns hun

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damnit tumblr! whyyyy

felons-jobs:

onlyblackgirl:

poetic-ness:

augenss:

- Tupac Shakur

we needed him, i wish his time didnt come to an end so soon.

Real shit

felon jobs ex-offenders jobs jobs

truth. rip

rnazerunner:

hangin out the passenger side of his best friend’s ride trying to holla at me

^^ that makes it.

rnazerunner:

hangin out the passenger side of his best friend’s ride trying to holla at me

^^ that makes it.

"Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made."
Tyler Kent White  (via forlornes)

i make my therapist laugh a lot during our sessions. not sure what that means but i ‘spose it’s good.
today he lost it when i called myself an asshole.

webcam, why must you take such horrible quality photos?
i feel like it’s been too long since i selfied. yup, just made that a verb.

dancybutt:

"what state do you live in?"

constant anxiety

being on the verge of fucking everything up is quite exhilarating.
am I right?

orlandobloomers:

me: stop being racist please

family:  listen… liberal hippie trash ….u dont know anything abotu the world….

omgitsbrilliant:

livindavidaloki:

redhjedi:

The Hulk ain’t never lied.

I can’t even express how much respect I have for Mark Ruffalo.  The dude’s on the US terrorism watchlist for fuck’s sake.

Omg, it’s true

it’s sort of a goal of mine to get on that list.

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice—
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do—
determined to save
the only life you could save.

by Mary Oliver

"Any dictator would admire the uniformity and obedience of the U.S. media."
Noam Chomsky (via iridescent1)