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What might seem to be a series of unfortunate events may, in fact, be the first steps of a journey.


Dear frankocean,

We miss you. I miss you.

Come back please.

Your mouth
could do
brutal
things
to my
heart
but you’re a
risk
I’m willing to
fuck
because I have a feeling
your hands
would do
beautiful
things
to my
thighs.

B-e-a-u-ti-ful things.

(Source: grasstafarian, via deverauxdiaries)

  

My Friends & I general perspective on other people. (via killingthems0ftly)

Almost 4 years later, and this is still a fact!

(via 2minus1)


We all swear that we would not been slaves or stood for the troubles of the civil rights movements. Ha. The truth is, yes we would’ve. We would’ve because we don’t have the patience and diligence that our parents, grandparents, great and great-great grandparents had. We would be so busy looking for a hashtag to go with our instagram picture or become distracted by the latest pop-culture drama that the opportunity to make sure change happened would be lost. If Martin Luther King wasn’t making a speech at the Lincoln Memorial, we’d be at home tweeting about nonsense or turning up at the next brunch. We’d only show up when there was a moment to shine.