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Summer ~ can I just forget about being an adult for a while and run naked on the beach?

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This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds & he will bring u good luck and fortune.

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hot take: hrt, gender therapy and trans surgeries should be free

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American Airlines is still transporting migrant kids for Trump’s gestapo as kids under 18 do not need ID to fly.

#EndFamilySeparation

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I'm here for you Her? No, she's fine

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The fact that it’s illegal to be gay in 75 countries and that homosexuality is punishable by death in 10 countries and you can be refused service because of your homosexuality and you still can’t get gay married everywhere people still have the audacity to talk about straight pride as if straight people face any of the same kind of discrimination that LGBT people do and it just makes me SO ANGRY 

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Not my poem, but you should give this incredible woman a look and follow. Her poetry is beautiful

When I Knew Her

When I knew her, she was steady

Her smile faltered underneath

She loved me when I fought with all she had brought,

And broke her skin with my baby teeth

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When I knew her, she owned her creations

Every piece a work of art

She would cry for me, I would lie in her sea

Two bodies with one pulsing heart

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When I knew her, she was the seam,

That tethered my dream to my breath

A supernova of roses, balmy lips and supposes,

Sprinkled freckles, even in death

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When I knew her, she accepted her battles

She weaved her courage into my soul

I carry her on my back until I hear my spine crack,

And return what the outnumbered stole

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When I knew her, she was my mother

The greatest gladiator in her gait

Twenty years is so fleeting, but I so loved our meeting

And for this eternity, I will wait

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So is this what it feels like?

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And little by little It washed away As I sat still, still. She knew she was in love with this moment And knew she’d say it would hurt. Shoulders turn purple And eyes beat red But yet, Her lips persevere. For she was falling in love with the feeling She drew from every inch of her being.

And so I said, let’s coexist Let’s become codependent Let’s brush our skin together and breathe As if we were truly unbeatable. Because she was in love with this feeling and how you made it so.

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A world dictated by finance

Controlled by stress

Will see entire civilisations

Crushed under duress.

And though they will acknowledge

The pain bleeding through

They sit in their high chairs

Sucking life from the blue.

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Hate yourself. Love yourself. You're the only one with the right to Drain yourself. Break

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The woman least fit for the role.

Most of the time, I’m scared.

And sometimes, I’m really scared.

A lot of the time I’m thinking too much

About everything, about one thing

And a million things.

Speaking to a best friend, them speaking to me

I’m absent and cautious yet hyper aware

I’m too distracted by watching my words,

And by the eyes of the world around me.

You don’t know how scared I am

And how every discussion was rehearsed in part

Days and months before.

Rehearsed yet, I’ve forgotten my lines,

I trip up and collapse

I choke and I’m trying

To be okay in that moment

But it’s gone –

The scene is rolling and we are alive.

And though you don’t notice,

All I can think of is how poor a choice I was for this role.

How poor a decision it was to put me here, in front of you,

Attempting to create something beautiful

And real.

Why couldn’t someone else be sitting here, talking to you

With class and confidence, not tripping up on their words.

Who doesn’t spend hours and days thinking about

Every possibility and every opportunity

What they missed, and what they could miss

And of what they don’t have and couldn’t.

She could have been perfect

Had an easier life

She could have been better prepared

A better friend

A better woman.

But she never can

Because it’s just me

And she will sadly always be.

Doomed to break.

She spends so many hours thinking of so many things

so much so that she can’t spend an hour on what she loves

Uninterrupted

Unworthy.

What a wasted many years

What a short time here.

And I am so sorry, to me

That I have been glued to this role.

To me, I am sorry, that I could not be

A better women for the job.

I am so sorry, to me

That I’ve been too scared for either of us to feel free to be.

I am sorry, to us, about every missed opportunity

And every chance torn down and discarded.

I’m so sorry that, despite your attempts to make things better,

I continue to break us down.

I am not the woman best fit for this role,

But unfortunately,

I am all that we’ve got.

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Sitting there

Think about it

Everything you know and feel

Distance yourself from it

See it

Experience it without a body

It floats and it changes

And you can't see it

But it drains you

Its powerful

It's beautiful

Its abstract

It's consuming.

See it

Love it

Feel it.

It's real.

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See me. Do you see me? I stand in front of you, bleeding. Seething, ready to burst. Craving and needing. Desperate to be grabbed by you. Stop the blood from hitting the floor. I’m drowning. Collapsing to your knees. Please. Help me breathe.

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Love is friendship that has caught fire.

Ann Landers

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