• east coasters: i drove through 17 states on the way to work
  • west coasters: i have been traveling in this desert for 49 years. generations have died. children have been born. when will i make it to the promised land
  • Midwesterners: I haven't left a 20 mile radius in 2 years
  • floridians: please help me there are so many oranges they are attacki-

My lower back/left hip is shot. I don’t even know what I did except prance around a little. it was just a little bit!

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I took this 10 minutes ago and I’m still like, “Who is this person?” Not bad, Gennizel. Not bad.

I took this 10 minutes ago and I’m still like, “Who is this person?” Not bad, Gennizel. Not bad.

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A recognition that pornography must teach something does not imply any inevitable conclusion: it does not per se countenance censorship. It does, however, demand that we pay some attention to the quality of life, to the content of pornography.

And it especially demands that when sexual violence against women is epidemic, serious questions be asked about the function and value of material that advocates such violence and makes it synonymous with pleasure.

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Park views.

Park views.

King Genny provides. #chickennuggetsislikemyfamily

King Genny provides. #chickennuggetsislikemyfamily

spenserstevens:

The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, 1984 ~ Keith Haring

spenserstevens:

The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, 1984 ~ Keith Haring

God forbid we all actually recognize black people’s humanity.

There is hardly any intention or personality in what I write anymore. I feel like it’s been drained out of me. I have a hard time communicating in any form now. Writing was the one way I could really get my thoughts to make sense to other people, because I am all chest pain and teary eyed when I try to talk. I don’t know if I’ll ever fix that.

I feel especially alienated and sad today. It’s never over.

"We were then young girls and our want was written on our skins. Between our legs and along our necks and wrists, our skin craved friction and more friction. We kissed calluses into the backs of our hands, murmuring comfort at the enflamed flesh, but still, our skin would not be satisfied. In the dark, we rubbed pillows against stinging nipples and curled knee to chin, hoping to keep the skin from flying from our bodies. Stay with me, we said. In the mornings, we woke to puddles of wet sugar in our beds and wrung moisture from our underwear."