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Fariha. NYC.
"You own me with whispers of poetry, your mouth is a melody I memorize"

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chesterloaf:

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i donate blood in the hopes that my blood will overpower theirs and take control of their body so i will gain another vessel to use as my own

why am I reblogging this?

it appears my blood has been successful

(via mysleepingporcupine)

mom:hello son you need to put out the fancy dinner plates. i ordered some Chinese food and we will serve it on the plates so we can pretend i cooked
son:of course mom, can u pass me the apple juice
mom:of course son. be careful it is very spicy
son:*sips juice* OH SUGAR U WERE RIGHT MOM THIS APPLE JUICE IS MUCH TOO SPICY
dad:ha ha ha. wash it down with hot dogs, and all american tradition.
son:thanks dad. hey, wanna play baseball with me after dinner?
dad:we can't tonight, son. tonight is the night we are having our annual family photograph taken
mom:i picked out matching sweaters for all of us including the dog.
son:we will look great! we should use the photograph as a christmas card! merry christmas from the bakers!
dad:great idea, son. don't forget about our fishing trip this weekend
son:golly dad, how could i forget that important american family tradition

infiltration:

sometimes i realize there are so many things i won’t remember in 50 years like the way the sky looked this morning and all the dogs i saw today and my mom’s voice and i get so sad i never want to forget

(via lovequotesrus)

problackgirl:

we’ve taught girls to romanticise nearly everything a boy does. when i was younger i thought it was cute that boys chased the girl even after she said no. i loved it when after a girl moved away from a kiss, the guy would pull her back and force it on. i thought a guy saying ‘i won’t take a no for an answer’ was passionate and romantic. we’re literally always teaching girls to romanticise abusive traits.

(via ewyu)