theworldstandswithpalestine:

Powerful street theatre spotlighting Israel’s killing of Palestinian children in Gaza was a feature of another protest march and rally in Sydney, Australia, on July 27. More pics here:http://www.newzulu.com.au/en/photos/australia/2014-07-27/6252/sydney-street-theatre-spotlights-killing-of.html
chuckiy:

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01feb:

how do i get over someone who i never dated

I wonder how many of you know that this post was about harry styles

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Harry The Pussy Magnet

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goatsy:

Reblog if your cramps have ever

  • made you vomit
  • lasted between 2-3 days
  • stopped you from being able to walk or run
  • made you cry

It’s not considered a viable excuse on any occasion, and I would like to know why.

add

  • woken you up at night the pain was so bad

also

  • made you pass out

don’t forget

  • made you unable to stand up without doubling over and grabbing onto the closest object for support
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I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

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