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White gays give me such a migraine I swear to god

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how the academic year generally progresses

september: i got this

october: OH FUC K

november: I DO NoT GOT THIS

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“Let us pick up our books and our pens, they are our most powerful weapons.”

Greylead/Watercolour-20/3/16

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this is very important

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To whom do I owe the biggest apology? No one’s been crueller than I’ve been to me.

Alanis Morissette, “Sorry to Myself”, Under Rug Swept (via wnq-music)

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Don’t.Don’t burn the pictures.Don’t rip the handwritten love letters up.Don’t destroy the memories that made you the happiest; because time heals but also brings regret.Because you can’t go back & you’ll never have another 1st love. Years will pass & you won’t remember the color of his eyes in detail quite like you did. And it’s going to break you down because you’ll find yourself in bed at 2:10 in the morning trying to remember the way his lips curved when he smiled but it’s been too long & all the pictures you have with him are gone.. And you’ll start to think that maybe you shouldn’t have been so fucking impulsive.Put everything in a box & only open it after you’ve moved on & want to revisit a time that was filled with genuine love & innocence. Because despite what you’ve been told, you can let go without forgetting.It’s okay to trace the poems he wrote you in cursive with your fingertips, remembering what it was like the first time you laid eyes on him.It’s okay to smile at the pictures of you two kissing; after all, his lips were the ones to show you how it was done-it’s okay if your eyes well up because you can still feel him holding your shaking hands. It’s okay if you laugh at the promise of forever that two kids made because even though it was too big of a promise at that age, it was admirable.It’s okay to close that box & put it back under your bed or in the back of your closet to collect dust for another 6 months while you live & fall in love again & again.You will always remember him, with or without the pictures but having them makes it alot easier when you’re no longer a kid & you’ve loved a handful of men after him & the color of their eyes are mixing in with his & all you want is to be sure. When all you want is to remember a time where love was him walking you home from school kissing you on the cheek. When love didn’t mean doing drugs or getting undressed.

I wish I could remember the exact color of his eyes & what it felt like to be pure again. (via caramelcoatedxxxtacy)

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If you can love the wrong one so much, just imagine how much you can love the right one.

Comment on a Humans Of New York post (via )

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Since I was very young, and started noticing how women are treated in this country, I’ve had this feeling about women. I don’t like anyone to underestimate us.

Mohra Ferak, a former law student at Dar Al-Hekma University

Read about how the first generation of female Saudi lawyers are standing up for their rights.

(via newyorker)

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Writing can calm the storm. Writing can heal a wounded soul.

ninthstorm (via wordsnquotes)