I want to see a reality tv show where straight dudes have to read the shitty messages they send to women to their mothers.

to catch a redditor

My emotions are so out of control. So many things set me off all the time. It’s gotten to the point where I think I need to seek help. My rage and pain are constantly manifesting in harmful ways: extreme anxiety and distress, powerlessness and fear, inability to trust or open up to others, sickness, obsessive thought patterns… I can’t relax, or move on, or start anything new. And the weirdest part? I’m basically the only person that knows how cyclical and intense it is. I can hardly begin to express it, which is a huge part of the problem. It’s this roiling pit of hell inside me that makes me want to tear off my own skin sometimes, and it’s not even visible. And after a bit? It settles back into my stomach. I can breathe, I can crack a smile, but it’s still there biding time and casting shadows, dining on my mind.

The other day, I actually found myself wanting to work for my dad again, to turn my back on myself and all the work I did to escape. How sick is that? Craving the crisis, the struggle for survival, because it’s all I know?

In darkness so deep, I learned to cast a light by setting myself on fire. That sacrifice cradled me, illuminated the path ahead. I survived. And now, finally, I’m finding my way out. I can almost taste it. I see the sun, but it’s so brilliant and overwhelming that my darkness seems an awful lot like Home.

But I keep climbing. I keep sticking bandaids on my blistered wounds. I don’t know how to give myself the love I deserve, not yet. I want to be vulnerable. I want to break open with all you significant others, face to face; to see with my own eyes that I’m still whole when I’m in a thousand pieces. I want to be held, and to heal. I want to let go and turn my fists open palmed. 

I get a little closer every day. Someday, I will find the sun in myself, and bask in the glow.



Tinashe - 2 On (feat. Schoolboy Q) (TOKiMONSTA Remix)
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2 On (feat. Schoolboy Q) (TOKiMONSTA Remix) - Tinashe

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Patsy Cline - Walkin' After Midnight
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Patsy Cline - Walkin’ After Midnight

patsy my main bitch

Azealia Banks - Godzilla is FIERCE
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umm so i heard this instrumental and then i just put FIERCE by Azealia Banks on top of it




There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
Zora Neale Hurston

i want a word for the almost-home.

that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.

what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
comfortably exhausted?

i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.

give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.

i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.

there and back again, n.m.h.


Audra the Rapper

Photographer: Chandler Easley

Make Up: Adaliz Tabar 

Hair: Nima Alston

If you’re poor, the only way you’re likely to injure someone is the old traditional way: artisanal violence, we could call it – by hands, by knife, by club, or maybe modern hands-on violence, by gun or by car.

But if you’re tremendously wealthy, you can practice industrial-scale violence without any manual labor on your own part. You can, say, build a sweatshop factory that will collapse in Bangladesh and kill more people than any hands-on mass murderer ever did, or you can calculate risk and benefit about putting poisons or unsafe machines into the world, as manufacturers do every day. If you’re the leader of a country, you can declare war and kill by the hundreds of thousands or millions. And the nuclear superpowers – the US and Russia – still hold the option of destroying quite a lot of life on Earth.

So do the carbon barons. But when we talk about violence, we almost always talk about violence from below, not above.

Let’s Call Climate Change What It Really Is—Violence | Alternet (via guerrillamamamedicine)

 But when we talk about violence, we almost always talk about violence from below, not above.

 But when we talk about violence, we almost always talk about violence from below, not above.

 But when we talk about violence, we almost always talk about violence from below, not above.

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Dearly Beloved(All Versions) - Kingdom Hearts


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