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  • once, she flew. (via baristabitching)

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  • "

    I promised my friend I would write a poem for her.
    She laughed and replied, “Nobody wants to read a poem about a girl
    who was raped
    and didn’t fight back.
    Didn’t tell a soul for 6 years
    and let the bastards roam free.”

    She might be right.

    Instead I will write about the girl who grew up with hippie turned conservative Christian parents.
    How her home went from free-thinking and pot
    to ties and bible verses.

    I’ll tell about the time she was 9 and thought she had wings
    because she hit the ramp with such speed
    her bicycle flipped
    And though tears streamed down her cheeks
    and a bright blue cast was newly cemented onto her left arm
    she whispered to her father:
    “I can fly, Daddy, I can soar!”

    How when she was 14 and kissed a girl for the first time, she flew again.
    If you ask her about it, she’ll give you a wry smile and say, “There was no cherry chapstick, but it was still pretty great.”
    How she tried to tell her Mom
    who answered by bringing a finger to her lips
    and hurriedly whispering
    “Never again, mi hija. Hush now. Never again.”

    I’ll talk about her great day,
    when she won the scholarship essay contest at her school.
    After reading it at aloud at the assembly,
    she looked up to see her Father leading the standing ovation,
    tears shining in his eyes.

    She describes this as the best day of her life.

    She turned 17,
    and her Dad caught her kissing a girl in the rec room.
    His hands shook as he threw a suitcase at her
    and bellowed the words “abomination” and “sin”.

    She would want me to write
    that she flipped them the bird,
    grabbed her guitar,
    and hit the road.

    Instead, I will tell the truth.

    That she sobbed and begged and pleaded and swore that she would change if she could only have another chance
    but the ice king did not melt.
    That she calls home every Thursday
    just to hear her Mother’s voice sing like wind chimes through the phone.
    That she sends a Christmas card every year, signed “Love you more”.

    I promised my friend I would write a poem about her, and I think it’s important for you to know
    that after 2 men got her drunk and carried her into their cab
    she started sleeping with shoes on
    chugs vodka from the bottle
    and shatters like glass when you try to hold her.

    I told her that someone might want to read this,
    to know they’re not alone.
    That she might
    find the sky again.

    She laughed, took a pull of whiskey, and replied -

    "Tell them not to fly,
    because it’s a bitch to make the ground your home again.”

    "
  • guy:

    one time my parents had an argument because my dad bought a bald cap for $2.70 but he was already bald

    (Source: guy, via perks-of-being-chinese)

  • enchanting-ravenclaw:

    enchanting-ravenclaw:

    enchanting-ravenclaw:

    a kid from my high is fucking trending on facebook because of a stupid petition to get a senior photo of him holding a cat into the yearbook…

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    UPDATE!!

    My principal decided to join him in a photo.

    The new photograph will go in the yearbook as a way to raise awareness for American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (ASPCA) and rescue animals like Mr. Bugglesworth and Vivienne.

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    (via planetfuckingjupiter)

  • dickmark:

    OKAY SO ALMOST 2 MONTHS AGO OUR ENGLISH TEACHER FORCED US TO ENTER A POETRY CONTEST AND I WAS ABOUT TO ENTER A POEM WHEN IT TRIED TO FORCE ME TO GIVE IT A TITLE SO IN A FIT OF RAGE I WROTE A NEW POEM COMPLAINING ABOUT THE TITLE REQUIREMENT

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    AND TODAY I WENT TO CHECK MY EMAIL AND I??????

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    YOU ARE LITERALLY PUBLISHING AN INSULT TO YOUR OWN RULES BUT OKAY I GUESS IF GETTING TALKED DOWN TO TURNS YOU ON SOMEHOW AND I GET PUBLISHED I’VE GOT NO COMPLAINTS HERE?

    (Source: autisticalfred, via cheetahgirl69420)

  • wilwheaton:

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    blacksapphiredragon:

    down-sizing:

    Let’s remember, Jesus was a Jewish man of color, born homeless to an unwed teenager, who spent his formative years as an illegal immigrant before returning to his home country to hang out with twelve men, prostitutes, and socially untouchable tax collectors while he taught a radical social doctrine of equality, love, and forgiveness that included paying taxes, free healthcare, and the sharing of resources within a community.

    Canon Jesus

    Jesus called somebody an ass once because they where being rude to a crippled little old lady if you don’t think that’s the tightest shit then get out of my face.

    Pretty sure that Jesus was also the first person to say, “don’t be a dick.”

    (Source: worshipyeezus, via vicforprez)

  • lunchboxgod:

    i speak four languages and they’re called horny sad hungry and annoying

    (Source: goth24865, via vicforprez)

  • yesixicana:

    i fuck up all the damn time.

    (Source: denialsexbang, via earthsserenity)