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You’re in a party, and the music is blasting and you feel like your veins are pumping together along with the beat. In one corner, the guy who was hosting the party was holding a mike and was in charge of the body shots. This is sickly, you think as everybody came here for a purpose, to forget what they needs to be forgotten. The girl who you know has a boyfriend has somebody sucking her neck by the hall. You could smell cocaine in the bathroom. Let the aura of rebellion hit you in the form of bullets and the revolver was her lips. You drink the beer handed to you by your friend and all you want to do is throw it outside with the rose bushes. Is this maturity, you ask? But then you realize everybody in this roof has gotten hurt, and some are clutching their mobile phones like a proud gold medal, smoked and baked, taking in to realisation on how it was easy for them to call their exes. Everybody is missing someone, and each person is drinking to forget about the same person. Is this how the youth handles their problems, you ask? Yes. So if you’re reading this now, tell her you fucking love her. Tell her you love her before you become the definition of disintegration when you see her smiling with another boy. Get out of that jungle of people lying to themselves, and drive to her house. Feel the adrenaline, imagine how beautiful she looks during this hour, with her face bare and oversized shirts to sleep on. Step on the gas. Knock on her door. Kiss her. Make her yours.
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AMERICAN HORROR STORY →

sickkkko:

SEASON ONE

  1. Pilot
  2. Home Invasion
  3. Murder House
  4. Halloween Part 1
  5. Halloween Part 2
  6. Piggy Piggy
  7. Open House
  8. Rubber Man
  9. Spooky Little Girl
  10. Smoldering Children
  11. Birth
  12. After Birth

SEASON TWO

  1. Welcome to Briarcliff
  2. Tricks and Treats
  3. Nor’easter

1. Lay on the floor of your shower until you can breathe again. Water will always love to love your skin.

2. Start writing with the intention of filling up one page. Write until your pen stops working.

3. Reread a book that once made you cry. Learn something new on every page. Notice how different chapter make you sad. Notice how the book didn’t change and grow; you did.

4. Sleep with your windows open. You can hear both the rain and boys drunkenly singing Frank Sinatra on their deck. Both are equally good.

5. Don’t forget that honey will always taste sweet, but the best way to eat it is off your fingers, laughing.

6. Remember that, sometimes, getting out of bed is enough.


 For unhappy girls who like sitting in the sun (h.f.j.)

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timelightbox:

Photograph by Reuters
Feb. 13, 2014. An activist from the “Right Sector” anti-government protest group presents a bouquet of flowers to his girlfriend in front of fellow activists near the site of previous clashes with riot police in Kiev, Ukraine. 
From the most reputable gay club in Sochi and a sinkhole at the Corvette Museum in Kentucky to the Westminster Dog Show in New York and the killing of the healthy giraffe, Marius, at the Copenhagen Zoo, TIME presents the best pictures of the week. 


Feb. 13th

"I like punk rock. I like girls with weird eyes. I like drugs. I like passion. I like things that are built well. I like innocence. I like and am grateful for the blue collar worker whose existence allows artists to not have to work at menial jobs. I like killing gluttony. I like playing my cards wrong. I like various styles of music. I like making fun of musicians whom I feel plagiarize or offend music as art by exploiting their embarrassingly pathetic versions of their work. I like to write poetry. I like to ignore others’ poetry. I like vinyl. I like nature and animals. I like to be by myself. I like to feel guilty for being a white, American Male."
- Kurt Cobain
hiromitsu:

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a masterpost of movies that relate to adolescence, love, partying, etc.
stuck in love / bandslam / sixteen candles / clueless / 10 things i hate about you / breakfast club / easy A / girl, interrupted / the runaways / ferris bueller’s day off / thirteen / the to do list / friends with benefits / crazy, stupid love / what a girl wants / 500 days of summer / perks of being a wallflower / the art of getting by / it’s kind of a funny story / the virgin suicides / the bling ring / john tucker must die / project x / freaky friday / LOL / the last song / dazed and confused / the social network / spring breakers / cyberbully / mean girls / the great gatsby / mouth to mouth / silver linings playbook / the internship
when she was 7, a boy pushed her on the playground
she fell headfirst into the dirt and came up with a mouthful of gravel and lines of blood chasing each other down her legs
when she told her teacher what happened, she laughed and said ‘boys will be boys honey don’t let it bother you
he probably just thinks you’re cute’
but the thing is,
when you tell a little girl who has rocks in her teeth and scabs on her knees that hurt and attention are the same
you teach her that boys show their affection through aggression
and she grows into a young woman who constantly mistakes the two
because no one ever taught her the difference
‘boys will be boys’
turns into
‘that’s how he shows his love’
and bruises start to feel like the imprint of lips
she goes to school with a busted mouth in high school and says she was hit with a basketball instead of his fist
the one adult she tells scolds her
‘you know he loses his temper easily
why the hell did you have to provoke him?’
so she shrinks
folds into herself, flinches every time a man raises his voice
by the time she’s 16 she’s learned her job well
be quiet, be soft, be easy
don’t give him a reason
but for all her efforts, he still finds one
‘boys will be boys’ rings in her head
‘boys will be boys
he doesn’t mean it
he can’t help it’
she’s 7 years old on the playground again
with a mouth full of rocks and blood that tastes like copper love
because boys will be boys baby don’t you know
that’s just how he shows he cares
she’s 18 now and they’re drunk
in the split second it takes for her words to enter his ears they’re ruined
like a glass heirloom being dropped between the hands of generations
she meant them to open his arms but they curl his fists and suddenly his hands are on her and her head hits the wall and all of the goddamn words in the world couldn’t save them in this moment
she touches the bruise the next day
boys will be boys
aggression, affection, violence, love
how does she separate them when she learned so early that they’re inextricably bound, tangled in a constant tug-of-war
she draws tally marks on her walls ratios of kisses to bruises
one entire side of her bedroom turns purple, one entire side of her body
boys will be boys will be boys will be boys
when she’s 20, a boy touches her hips and she jumps
he asks her who the hell taught her to be scared like that and she wants to laugh
doesn’t he know that boys will be boys?
it took her 13 years to unlearn that lesson from the playground
so I guess what I’m trying to say is
i will talk until my voice is hoarse so that my little sister understands that aggression and affection are two entirely separate things
baby they exist in difference universes
my niece can’t even speak yet but I think I’ll start with her now
don’t ever accept the excuse that boys will be boys
don’t ever let him put his hands on you like that
if you see hate blazing in his eyes don’t you ever confuse it with love
baby love won’t hurt when it comes
you won’t have to hide it under long sleeves during the summer
and
the only reason he should ever reach out his hand
is to hold yours

Fortesa Latifi - Boys Will Be Boys 

(And Why That Is The Stupidest Thing You Could Ever Say To A Little Girl)

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"Good Morning"
“How was your day?”
“Be careful”
“Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe”
“Sweet dreams”
“How are you?”
“I hope you’re feeling better”
“Have a good day today!”
“I miss you”
“Good night”
“Can you come over?”
“Can I come over?”
“Can I see you?”
“Can I call you?”
“You’re beautiful”
“Want something to drink?”
“Watch your step”
“Let’s watch a movie”
“What are you up to?”
“How is your day so far?”
“It will be okay”
“I’m here for you”
“Do you need anything?”
“Are you hungry?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice”
“You just made my day”


You don’t have to hear “I Love You” to know that someone does. Listen carefully. People speak from the heart more often than you think.


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