"You won’t allow me to go to school.
I won’t become a doctor.
Remember this:
One day you will be sick."


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Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl 

This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their feelings about love (considered blasphemous).

Here’s the link

(via conansdoyles)


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dulect:

if your teenage years are meant for experimenting with relationships i’m fucked

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castiel-knight-of-hell:

wobbleinthehox:

apparently i’m not enthusiastic enough about satan for google 
""He doesn’t care."
“I know.” I said.
“He doesn’t miss you.”
“I know.” I said.
” He doesn’t think of you.”
“I know.” I said.
“You’re not important to him.”
“I know.” I said.
“He doesn’t love you.”
“I know.” I said.
“If you disappeared, it’d be ok for him.”
“I know. I know.” I kept saying."


-Me, 28.08.14 (via somedaylovehope)

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blacklistecl:

if you are feeling rad don’t let anyone ever turn the r into an s

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"But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both."

-Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye, “An Origin Story” (via petrichour)

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Anonymous said: Photo from your new piercing?

Soon, I promise

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"I’m getting bad again but I’m too tired to care."

-(via chelseachiodos)

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