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For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but i feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

Edgar Allan Poe, Annabel Lee (via feellng)

Funny how they wait ‘till you’re gone just to miss you.

Kanye West (To the World)

(Source: florential, via flowerchildxmb)

punacceptable:

*talks to Internet friends while sitting next to real life friends*

(via hate)

slussy:

Frankenstein enters into a body building competition and finds he has seriously misunderstood the objective

(via hate)

She is madness, sanity. She is hell, and paradise.

Ellen Hopkins, Perfect (via feellng)

(Source: ploaix, via kratosxjinki)

blackdenimjeans:

I haven’t posted a selfie in a while but I still am very cute just to keep you updated

(via hate)

Here’s to the security guards who maybe had a degree in another land. Here’s to the manicurist who had to leave her family to come here, painting the nails, scrubbing the feet of strangers. Here’s to the janitors who don’t even fucking understand English yet work hard despite it all. Here’s to the fast food workers who work hard to see their family smile. Here’s to the laundry man at the Marriott who told me with the sparkle in his eyes how he was an engineer in Peru. Here’s to the bus driver, the Turkish Sufi who almost danced when I quoted Rumi. Here’s to the harvesters who live in fear of being deported for coming here to open the road for their future generation. Here’s to the taxi drivers from Nigeria, Ghana, Egypt and India who gossip amongst themselves. Here is to them waking up at 4am, calling home to hear the voices of their loved ones. Here is to their children, to the children who despite it all become artists, writers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, activists and rebels. Here’s to Western Union and Money Gram. For never forgetting home. Here’s to their children who carry the heartbeats of their motherland and even in sleep, speak with pride about their fathers. Keep on.

Immigrants. First generation.


Ijeoma Umebinyuo.

(via theijeoma)

(via takemeback-)

After high school you realize you were only friends with some people because you saw them five times a week.

(via bl-ossomed)

(Source: sensxal-bliss, via takemeback-)