I HAVE SO MUCH LOVE TO GIVE

sweatyscrotum:

I’m not like other girls!XD

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I only have guy friends. I mean all girls do is start drama.image

Oh my god, i hate sluts! image

Other girls my age like to drink and party but i like to stay inside and read or watch netflix! I’m so weird. image

All the girls in my school care about is makeup and shopping and all i care about is FOOD and VIDEO GAMES. lol sometimes i think i was born a guy.image


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staff:

Happy National Voter Registration Day, Tumblr.

The number one way of celebrating it? Registering to vote.

Every year, millions of eligible Americans neglect to register, which means that millions of important voices are utterly silent on Election Day. Don’t be one of them. There’s basically a 100% chance that something you care about is on the ballot, something you don’t want to be quiet about.

So be one of the loud ones. Register already. It’s an easy form that you already know all the answers to. No excuses.


Last night, I had a dream.

In this particular dream,
I died in my dreams,
then awoke not knowing
I was still sleeping.
I decided to walk.
You see, that night
I walked in my sleep.
I slept in my walk.
I walked backwards until
I saw you for the first time
and I could barely muster the courage
to introduce myself all over again.

I’ve been trying to find the right words.

I’ve been trying to take the right steps
for what seems to me like
thousands of years
but something always seems
to go wrong between us.

We lived in Egypt.
I was the Pharaoh’s slave.
You were his daughter, and
loving you led to my death.
They claimed I seduced you.

After they stole my life,
I was resurrected as a mason.
I made the foundation for your house.
We met eyes for two seconds.
You left and I didn’t see you again until I died.

I came back as a caterpillar,
I turned into a butterfly.
I landed in the palm of your hand,
you brushed me away,
and the rejection killed me.

When I awoke, I was a kick drum.
You were a snare.
We were both owned by
this drummer named Cozy Cole
and when he died, so did we.

But I came back just to look for you.
I left notes in random places
hoping that you would
stumble across them.
I carved our names in trees
and then prayed that
it would jog your memory.
I whispered your name
in the wind hoping somehow,
maybe some way,
my voice would reach you
but it didn’t and I died.

I died early.
I died young with bread crumbs
in my hand just hoping
that you would find me
but you never did.

So they buried me,
and when they buried me,
they put these coins over my eyes
and I used them as bus fare
to get back to Earth
just so I could look for you.

That’s why sometimes when we hold hands, every so often, I tend to hold on a little too tight.

And I’m sorry.

I just don’t want to lose you again.

— "Again" - Rudy Francisco (via fuckyeahrudyfrancisco)