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He’s an innocent. He’s a hundred percent deadly and a hundred percent sweet - James Gunn

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theheirsofdurin:

we lost our parts, we lost our whole

for Evelin

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karnythia:

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nikkisshadetree:

wifigirl2080:

Well.

this.

Truth

I meannnnn… yeah. Can’t argue with this one.

Welp

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mercurialkings:

terufrying:

"gays will push their sexuality onto their children"

funny because that’s exactly what every straight person does.

Oppressors are perpetually afraid that if they give rights and power to the oppressed they will use that power exactly the same way they did.

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hermionejg:

Los seres humanos no nacen para siempre el día en que sus madres los alumbran, sino que la vida los obliga a parirse a sí mismos una y otra vez.
- Gabriel García Márquez (March 6, 1927-April 17th, 2014)[human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves]

hermionejg:

Los seres humanos no nacen para siempre el día en que sus madres los alumbran, sino que la vida los obliga a parirse a sí mismos una y otra vez.

- Gabriel García Márquez (March 6, 1927-April 17th, 2014)

[human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves]

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"Please allow me to wipe the slate clean. Age has no reality except in the physical world. The essence of a human being is resistant to the passage of time. Our inner lives are eternal, which is to say that our spirits remain as youthful Nd vigorous as when we were in full bloom. Think of love as a state of grace, not the means to anything, but the alpha and omega. An end in itself."

- Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Love in the Time of Cholera (via breakthecitysky)
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africant:

charmancler:

is that twilight

yes. yes it is.

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"There is always something left to love."

- Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
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heidi8:

pierogi-jarskie:

smithsonian:

Protip: This is a really bad question to ask when visiting the National Mall. We have 8 buildings surrounding the Mall, and a total of 19 museums, 9 research centers and the National Zoo. A S.H.I.E.L.D agent should know better! 

(We think she means the Smithsonian’s National Museum of Natural History in this case.)  

I love that this is on the Smithsonian’s tumblr

Whoever does social media for the Smithsonian is awesome. 

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punkpoisonivy:

oh my god I’m so sick of the Miley Cyrus conversation ok 

Miley isn’t a feminist icon because she uses black women as accessories, is culturally appropriative, objectifies black women, uses slurs, and hasn’t apologized for any of it. NOT because she dresses scandalously or expresses her sexuality.

Stop ignoring racism in the name of sexual politics. 

Feminist “icons” are not feminist icons if they contribute to the marginalization of women. End of debate. Bye. 

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"you shouldn’t have to
break yourself
and move your pieces.
if he was designed for you
he would fit."

- Della Hicks-Wilson (via dellahickswilson)

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saddeer:

zkac:

what’s Whitney Houston’s favorite type of coordination?

HAAAAAAAAAND EYEEEEEEEEEE

i hate this i hate u 

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Looking into my daughter’s eyes I read
Beneath the innocence of morning flesh
Concealed, hintings of death she does not heed.
Coldest of winds have blown this hair, and mesh
Of seaweed snarled these miniatures of hands;
The night’s slow poison, tolerant and bland,
Has moved her blood. Parched years that I have seen
That may be hers appear: foul, lingering
Death in certain war, the slim legs green.
Or, fed on hate, she relishes the sting
Of others’ agony; perhaps the cruel
Bride of a syphilitic or a fool.
These speculations sour in the sun.
I have no daughter. I desire none.