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I am the daughter of a military man & a mother with a big heart. I am a writer, dreamer, believer, reader, coffee & music lover, and an ocean addict.


"To be nobody-but-myself in a world which its best, night and day to make me everybody else means, to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting."

fishingboatproceeds:

rezzanleite:

On April 15 1989 , 24,000 Liverpool fans travelled to a football match. 96 never returned home.

The Hillsborough disaster occurred 25 year ago today. For decades, fans were blamed for the deaths of their family members and friends, and they were accused of stealing wallets from corpses. It was all lies concocted by the authorities—including elected officials—and spread by tabloids.
In the picture you see above, two young supporters of rival clubs—Liverpool and Everton—stand together to honor the memory of the 96 and to thank those who’ve battled for decades to uncover the truth. 

fishingboatproceeds:

rezzanleite:

On April 15 1989 , 24,000 Liverpool fans travelled to a football match. 96 never returned home.

The Hillsborough disaster occurred 25 year ago today. For decades, fans were blamed for the deaths of their family members and friends, and they were accused of stealing wallets from corpses. It was all lies concocted by the authorities—including elected officials—and spread by tabloids.

In the picture you see above, two young supporters of rival clubs—Liverpool and Everton—stand together to honor the memory of the 96 and to thank those who’ve battled for decades to uncover the truth. 


Reblogged from fishingboatproceeds (Originally from rezzanleite)
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shauntagrimes:

I want to write this story.


Beautiful

shauntagrimes:

I want to write this story.

Beautiful


Reblogged from bethrevis (Originally from semioticapocalypse)
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alabasterbones:

i envy people that come up with witty comebacks on the spot because i’m gonna need at least a 3 day notice 


Reblogged from pantlesspancakes (Originally from alabasterbones)
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fanboyin:

Stephen King being Stephen King


Reblogged from lauriehalseanderson (Originally from fanboyin)
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Reblogged from lauriehalseanderson (Originally from calmingbrits)
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I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.

Oscar Wilde

(via matsvri)


Reblogged from bethrevis (Originally from observando)
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First you’re taught to fear a phantom, a man in black, a man with a knife, a man who’ll pounce in dark alleys. Well-intentioned women—mothers, aunts, teachers—will train you to protect yourself: Don’t wear your hair in a ponytail; it’s easier to grab. Hold your keys in one hand; hold your pepper spray in the other. Avoid dark alleys. When you reach young adulthood, the lessons change. They acquire an undertone of disgust: Don’t drink so much. Don’t wear such short skirts. You’re sending mixed signals; you’re putting yourself at risk. If you follow the advice and it never happens—if you end up one of the three out of four—you can convince yourself that safety is a product of your own making, a reflection of inherent goodness. But if you’re paying attention, you realize something doesn’t add up. Because it keeps happening: to your sisters; to your friends; to little girls and grown women you’ll never meet, in places like Cleveland, Texas; Steubenville, Ohio; New Delhi. Good people, bad people, neutral. It keeps happening in TV shows and novels and movies—they open on the missing girl, the dead girl, the raped girl. If you’re paying attention, you begin to realize that it isn’t happening. It is being done. And you are not safe. You have never been safe. You were born with a bulls-eye on your back. All you have ever been is lucky.

Cara Hoffman’s 2011 novel So Much Pretty opens on the dead girl. Her name is Wendy White; she’s been missing for five months, and within the first fifty pages we learn that her body “was put to use for months before being found.” In another book, my heart would sink, reading those words. Among many other things, I’m tired of the way this story is told in fiction: from the point of view of the male detective, grizzled and weary, shaking his head over some beautiful broken body. The man represents cynicism; the body, innocence. By the end, his jaded worldview will be confirmed, or he will be saved—either way, he’ll need to see the body. I’ve read enough of this genre to know I’m tired of it. I’m tired of the way it puts women’s bodies to use, as footnotes. The dead girl is the beginning of the man’s story. Being dead, hers has ended before page one.

Katie Coyle on So Much Pretty for The Female Gaze (via christinefriar)


Reblogged from christinefriar (Originally from femalegazereview)
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lovemarking:

sstrange-cloudss:

est-offensa-et-mirari:

a-sexy-cat:

oh dont mind me just texting the slaves free

emncptn prclmtn

Mary is dragging me to a play tonight #boredd #killme

too soon

lovemarking:

sstrange-cloudss:

est-offensa-et-mirari:

a-sexy-cat:

oh dont mind me just texting the slaves free

emncptn prclmtn

Mary is dragging me to a play tonight #boredd #killme

too soon


Reblogged from pantlesspancakes (Originally from thesassycat)
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edwardspoonhands:

capitolsjay:

this guy is systematically undoing the world

The La Brea Tar Pits translates to “The The Tar Tar Pits.” Los Angeles is terrible at naming stuff.


Reblogged from edwardspoonhands (Originally from deathchilds)
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idontcareaboutyourblog:

One of the best visual representations of the double standards subjected to all women on a daily basis. Reconsider the next time you toss about the words in column 3.

idontcareaboutyourblog:

One of the best visual representations of the double standards subjected to all women on a daily basis. Reconsider the next time you toss about the words in column 3.


Reblogged from booksandglobes (Originally from tristyntothesea)
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