This is the face of AmeriKKKa.
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If you are not ready for her to call you at 3 AM freaking out, if you cannot handle her at her worst, if you only crave for her curves and not her mind, if you cannot deal with her mood swings and if you want her just for sex stay the fuck away.
(via kittensgotclaws)
I have always loved museums
Loved falling through revolving glass
Into a land of oil on canvas
Curves immortalised in marble
Stories stitched between the seams of artifacts
There are signs that say ‘You may Look
But not touch’.
I haven’t ever loved you
But I’m starting to fall through the walls I built
Into a land of mona lisa smiles
Eyes that even Monet couldn’t capture
And I’ve never seen an exhibit like yours
But the signs are clear-I can look all I want
I can write poetry
Pine
Perhaps get a bit closer,
But I’ll never be able to touch.
(via leaves-in-the-fall)
Here is Timothy Caughman, the man he killed.
Timothy Loved America.
Fuck those putos gringos
White fucking trash
I need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life, and start figuring out the one I have.
Holly black (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
“It seems that my destiny is to die dreaming.”
— Stendhal, The Red and the Black (via therepublicofletters)
I felt sorry when I came to the last page. I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig tree.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (featured in our 15-book giveaway)
Fuck do you know about my pain, fuck do you know about my dreams?
J Cole - Black Friday (via noirprincesa)
“I want to forget how you look like, I want to forget that I even met someone like you in my life.”
— sparkandashes via tumblr