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Mar 31 '12
The danger in all these articles and discussions about what’s wrong with men is that women start believing their problems are the fault of men, that only men are flawed. That only men sin. But women are part of the problem. Rarely is that mentioned in our girl-power culture.
— Candice Watters (via annamae4319)

(Source: boundlessline.org)

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Mar 27 '12
annamae4319:

Please notice which side of the car the steering wheel is on (Taken with instagram)



Car we saw on the road! Crazy!

annamae4319:

Please notice which side of the car the steering wheel is on (Taken with instagram)

Car we saw on the road! Crazy!

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Mar 9 '12

poodlecakes asked:

wait, you have two tumblrs?

No, one is for all my blogs and the other is for everything else. I tried to join them, cause I didn’t realize what I was doing when I made the other one, but I can’t figure it out!

Mar 9 '12

boredomandterrorconsume asked:

Haha. Becca! I know what you mean. And I didn't mean I don't want to live... Haha. I wrote this a wile ago: I no longer sleep, thus I no longer dream, and may have even forgotten how. And dreams are the essence of our hopes and aspirations as individuals, no? And these “dreams” drive us and give us purpose or direction, to some degree at least, as they also define and set humanity apart from the rest of the creatures… So… If you’re not dreaming, you’re not living. No sleep = Not living

I literally just noticed I had messages on here today, haha.

Nov 12 '11

Nov 12 '11
For the Love of Christmas

For the Love of Christmas

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Nov 12 '11
Christmas Surprise

Christmas Surprise

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Nov 12 '11

tumblrbot asked:

WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

Prayer

Nov 12 '11

If we cut away the extra

then it’s just you and me

Standing in this rubble

afraid to let it be

The pain, I see it, searing

chasms deep within

How can you forgive me

How can I fix this licentious sin?

If I could touch

the silvery flow

of the supernatural

called your soul

I’d feel the sorrow,

the purple cold

much harder, stabbing

than stories told

And this is what

I think about

How to make it

through this draught

From what I’ve done,

I see no end

A lifetime spent

trying to mend.

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