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//meg/17/queer/you know what i love about funerals? everything i own is black//

cross-connect:

Hallie Elizabeth is a self-taught American artist, born and raised on the beach in California.  

The style of her work is deeply influenced by her childhood, nature, and the enigmatic quality of dreams.  Primarily painting the female form blended with the cosmos and organic elements, each of her introspective illustrations are intimate self-explorations.

While each piece should be interpreted subjectively, they all carry undertones of rebirth, heartbreak, love, sensuality, magic, and pain.

                               :-)

Paramore performing an impromptu acoustic version of ‘The Only Exception’ (Reading 2014) after the sound system failed

bi-privilege:

the universe did not converge in the series of improbable events that ended in your existence on this flying rock in the middle of space so that you could discredit the identity of teenage bisexual girls

domsebastian:

magic apple plant

running-as-a-high-schooler:

My mother’s old copies of the Harper Lee classic; found in her English classroom.

Jiminy cricket, he flew the coop!

i'm not an avenger. i'm nobody.

unsaturated-mangravy:

I think that if they make abortion illegal, they should make men deserting women who they got pregnant illegal as well. Because if a woman can’t back out of a pregnancy a man shouldn’t be able to either.

"Why are they all staring?" demanded Albus as he and Rose craned around to look at the other students.

"Don’t let it worry you." said Ron. "It’s me. I’m extremely famous."

jcoleknowsbest:

So my facebook friend just posted this pic with this text….

Well, I just witnessed blatant racial injustice with my own eyes. I was getting in my car after exiting a store when a young black man stumbled past me and collapsed against the store wall. When I got out to see if he was okay, a group of white people came rushing over, one of whom was a 20-something white woman who declared in distress, “I ran a red light and hit him with my car!” People immediately assured her that SHE would be okay, meanwhile the young man is writhing in pain on the ground, pants leg torn, tears running down his face. When the police arrived and the young woman explained what happened, it was suggested to her that maybe the light had been yellow and that the young man had “darted out into the street into her path.” I was floored. I said, “But she just SAID she ran the red light and hit him in the intersection!” 

The police officers then led the young woman away and began talking with her privately in low tones. When the paramedics FINALLY got there I was surprised at the hostility they showed towards the young man. One blonde female EMT (shown in the photo) suggested that he couldn’t be THAT hurt if he was able to walk from the place where he was struck to the sidewalk where he finally collapsed. White bystanders commented several times about “What that poor girl must be going through.” I was the only one who commented on what the young man must be going through, what, with his mangled leg and all. I am absolutely positive that in the end “that poor girl” will be absolved of all wrongdoing and be able to go on her merry way. After all, she just ran a red light and slammed her car into the body of some black kid on a bike, right?

And people wonder why black people are so angry and want to break shit.

invisiblelad:

iwriteaboutfeminism:

You have a Town Hall on police brutality and THIS is what you do with it?! Part 3.

[part 1] [part 2

And they’re checking license plates of the people simply attending the town hall meeting? Merely living there seems like a continual erosion of civil liberties at this point.