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I stand with Taylor. Let her own all of her works dammit!

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Help. I need friendship advice.

I have this super close friend and we had a falling out. We haven't fixed the issue and I wish we would. I wish we could. I keep trying to be in touch but she's overseas and this is so difficult. What should I do?

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TheGreatSylveon

I'm looking for this author who wrote a Babblebrook fanfic. Come out, wherever you are.

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Gal pal

Sometimes you need not a romantic relationship. A girl buddy will do -- someone who knows all your secrets and share the sweetest stuff with you. And you have each other's back rather than compete with one another. Holding hands and standing on the same ground, you both vow to go through all odds. Just pure love is your fuel.

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I'm so down.

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Ha!

My goal is to be rich enough to give people $200 when they're short for rent and not even have to worry about them paying me back.

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Ace, bitches!(>v<)*

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Oh wow. You made my day.

Katrina Clemente.

Silver skies and the western wind; the sun shining on the glass-still waters of a lake while a symphony consisting of tree frogs, crickets, and sparrows plays quietly; a field of bright flowers, yellow and white and red and purple.  Strength, and courage, and imagination.

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Doing great. What's up?

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I’m having kind of a hard time today, y’all.  How are y’all doing?  Everything going okay?  I’d like to know if you’d like to tell me:  how are you?

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My OTP!!!

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I’d say the connection comes first, then the sexual attraction. Since you’re already sexually attracted to the person but hesitating to sleep with them because of the lack of emotional pull, that’s not really demisexuality. It’s your romantic sensibility kicking around.

I'm having a really hard time really pinning down what it means to be demisexual... so what if you are sexually attracted to someone but have no desire whatsoever to sleep with them until you get to know them? Is that just a personal choice or is that part of sexuality too? For me I need the emotional connection when I have sex, otherwise I find it meaningless and it loses most of its enjoyment for me

I suppose that could be considered demisexual as well, but it could also be something like demiromantic if it’s the lack of the romantic connection that makes it unenjoyable? 

Followers, what do you think? 

~ Heidi

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Well? That awesome rare occasion. Unless you’re a complete close friend--I will break your face.

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21Sept14 Rambling

I bought a wrist watch after all hesitations. I was being symbolic or something or I dunno. I wanted to buy time. It was so bad and I was desperate to buy just a bit more time. And I bought a fucking watch.

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Disgusting and dismal as ever. Way to go.

Crazy how things “turn violent” once police officers are injured but not when police officers are killing Black people. Killing Black people is not violent, right? That’s just the good ole USA.

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This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

Straight is not immune either.

Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

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Aces. Hit me up!

Okay... I'm demisexual. I just figured it out the other day. This May 8 thing daunts me. I'd be grateful if I make a few friends here. Cheers, fellas.

Me too. I joined tumblr about a month ago trying to make demi friends, someone who would be going through the same period of self-discovery. So far I've been unsuccessful. Do you want to be my friend?

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He waited until the train was in motion to make his move—a true sign of someone who knows how to make the environment work to their advantage. Then he leaned forward. “Hi.” “How you doing?” “What are you reading?” “What’s your name?” “I really like your hair.” “That’s a really nice skirt.” “You must work out.” It was painful to watch. She clearly wanted nothing to do with him, and he clearly wasn’t going to take the hint. Her rebukes got firmer. “I’d like to read my book.” And he pulled out the social pressure. “Hey, I’m just asking you a question. You don’t have to be so rude.” She started to look around for outs. Her head swiveled from one exit to another. The thing was, I had already heard this story, many many times. I knew how it would play out. I knew all the tropes. I probably could have quoted the lines before they said them. I wanted a new narrative. Time to mix it up. So I moved seats until I was sitting behind him. I leaned forward with my head on the back of his seat. “Hi,” I said with a little smile. He looked at me like I was a little crazy—which isn’t exactly untrue—and turned back to her. “How are you doing?” I asked. “I’m fine,” he said flatly without ever looking back. “I really like your hair,” I said. “It looks soft.“ That’s about when it got…..weird. He sort of half turned and glared back me, and I could tell I was pissing him off. His eyes told me to back the hell away, and his lips were pressed together tightly enough to drain the color from them completely. But no good story ever ends with the conflict just defusing. He started to turn back to her. "Wait, don’t be like that,” I said. “Lemmie just ask you one question…" “What!” he said in that you-have-clearly-gone-too-far voice that is part of the freshmen year finals at the school of machismo. And I’m not exactly a hundred percent sure why I didn’t call it a day at that point, but…..maybe I just love turning the screw to see what happens. I gave him the bedroomy-est eyes I could muster. “What’s your name?” Right now I’m sitting here typing out this story, and I’m still not entirely sure why I’m not nursing a fat lip or a black eye. Because that obviously made him so mad that I still am not sure why it didn’t come to blows. There are cliches about eyes flaring and rage behind someones eyes and shit like that that are so overdone. But it really does look like that. When someone gets violent, their eyes just kind of “pop” with intention—pupils dilate, eyelids widen. And his did. Even sitting down he was clearly bigger than me and I was pretty sure he was kind of muscular too, so at that moment I was figuring I was probably going to need an ice pack and sympathy sex from my girlfriend by day’s end. “DUDE,” he shouted. “I’M NOT GAY.“ That’s when I dropped the bedroom eyes and switched to a normal voice. “Oh well I could see not being interested didn’t matter to you when you were hitting on her, so I just thought that’s how you rolled.”

Writing About Writing (And Occasionally Some Writing): Changing The Creepy Guy Narrative (via veruca-assault)

instant reblog

(via koi-ms) Holy shit. I cant believe I almost scrolled past this.

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this post is gold

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This wins so much! I almost scrolled past it. Ugh.