May 2013
32 posts
craplos:
ladies. be careful when u wear spaghetti straps. it might distract the boys. they’ll start thinking of spaghetti. they will get hungry. they will stop at nothing to get their spaghetti.
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"Homecoming"
When you were fifteen,
your mother mapped out your future
in a little white cup stained with coffee grounds
thick and black like the bottom of a lake.
You scoffed at her superstition;
pushed the butt of your Marlboro Red
deep into the murky sediment
blowing smoke to mix with the heat of the heavy Kuwaiti air.
Even then, you knew you weren’t home.
Even then, you felt the push of...
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grimyboy:
do you know when you talk to someone you like and you feel butterflies in your stomach? that’s the shaytan authibillah
Never believe a man can change a woman
Those men are pretenders
who think that...
– Nizar Qabbani (via pakizah)
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In 2001, first lady Laura Bush discussed the need “to kick off a world-wide...
– Stop saying targeted killings protect Muslim women at Salon (via thepeacefulterrorist)
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one-hamburger:
Yeah the sun is hot, but have you ever stopped to think about its personality
April 2013
47 posts
bluecoati:
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captainragtag:
hey what if someone invented a machine that allowed women to transfer their pregnancies to men and then the government passed a law that if a woman didn’t want to have a baby the biological father was required to carry it how fast do you think birth control would stop being an issue
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“IT’S UNETHICAL TO FORCE...
Dying in a Winter Parking Lot of an Amusement Park...
uutpoetry:
niklijubaleeee
The sound of regret is an empty whistle of the wind
When the gusts move over a leaf
And the leaf chitters across an empty parking lot.
The end of my life will be made of moments
When the last second drips by
I will become smears of blue and grey
A smoky-cold moon
A curtain of mist
An eternity of asphalt
You’ve got to be prepared for the names they are going to call you compared to...
– Courtney Love, the differing attitudes towards genders of musicians (via neonachpride)