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Another boy, another dick in my mouth, another sigh in his bathroom mirror

I didn’t cum, but who cares? I think about some of them and I feel sick I do things I do not want to because I crave the attention and lack the respect

bruises on my breasts, I liked them at first, he spit in my mouth I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not

I liked getting smacked in the face until it started giving my headaches that seemed to last for days

I ask for numbers from boys I don’t even think are cute for the adrenaline rush, rejection has started to become rare and sometimes I wish it wasn’t he says he loves me and I mouth the words back but I know that I cannot be trusted, It’s cruel, what I am doing, but there I go again

“I love you, i’m here, i’m safe” I say all the things I wanted to hear from my mother, from my father, from myself

I become the perfect girl always smiling, feeling guilty when I say I cannot swallow: using rape as an excuse “He raped me anally” I say, but I do not mention how I feel that I cannot express boundaries without a dramatic excuse

I let boys between my legs as if I am nothing but parts to grab and arrange, I know all the words, perfected my moans, I know to arch my back, to compliment his cock, to lie between my teeth perfectly about how genuine I am

I pretend when they hold me after that it’s poetic. My brain scrambles to make it beautiful in some way but what if it’s not? What if it’s ugly? What if I can’t stand it anymore?

I fucked a boy and drank his beer and he never texted me back, I never heard from him again and none of them give a fuck about me. They want me to walk to them but have never massaged my feet they want to pull my hair but have never washed it. They want to touch my skin and they carefully ignore the scars carved into it, they say “it makes me sad” “I can’t look at them”

I want to tell them that they are the knife

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I read an article the other day that said, “if you drink every day you are an alcoholic.” Thank god I only drink every night

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I had my boyfriend who smokes use matches for a few days instead of a lighter and record the date and time and whatever he was thinking about while smoking. 
It’s funny that he quit smoking a few weeks after this project. 
Scorpio Stereotypes


1. Sexual
2. Possesive
3. Jealous
4. Mysterious
5. Intense
6. Controlling
7. Resentful
8. Resilent
9. Cautious
10. Humorous

10 Things a Scorpio Hates:


  1. People who borrow their pen and never return it
  2. Lovers that don’t orgasm
  3. Being made jealous by a lover
  4. Being outshone at any task
  5. Dining without dignity
  6. Being the victim of gossip
  7. Being accused of being unfaithful (even if they are)
  8. People who are too trendy
  9. People who claim to be psychic
  10. Not being able to park in the handicapped space
There’s over 9 million users on Tumblr now. Reblog if you’re one of the few who’s never EVER left anon hate in somebody’s ask box.



If you can’t reblog this…



That’s a fucking low number. That’s fucking sad.

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for those not in the know, night witches were russian lady bombers who bombed the shit out of german lines in WW2. Thing is though, they had the oldest, noisiest, crappest planes in the entire world. The engines used to conk out halfway through their missions, so they had to climb out on the wings mid flight to restart the props. the planes were also so noisy that to stop germans from hearing them combing and starting up their anti aircraft guns, they’d climb up to a certain height, coast down to german positions, drop their bombs, restart their engines in midair, and get the fuck out of dodge.
their leader flew over 200 missions and was never captured.

how the fuck is this not taught in every single history class ever

pilots (◡‿◡✿) 
girl pilots (◕‿◕✿)
girl pilots killing nazis ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* \(◕ヮ◕✿)/ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

But, remember, women never did anything in history.

This is laughably incorrect.
Fact 1: Although technologically obsolete as of WWII, the Polikarpov Po-2 “Kukuruznik” biplanes flown by the 588th Night Bomber Regiment were in no way ” the oldest, noisiest, crappest planes in the entire world.” The Po-2 was first flown in 1929 and remained in production until 1953 due to its low cost and extreme reliability. It is, in fact, the second most produced aircraft in history, and the most produced biplane in history. The night bombers flew brand new, specially modified Po-2s fitted with bomb racks and machine guns.
Fact 2: The Po-2 was extremely quiet; Germans nicknamed it the Nähmaschine (“sewing machine”) due to the muted rattling sound its tiny little 99-horsepower radial engine made. The night bombers would fly these quiet little planes just a few meters off the ground, then climb to higher altitude, cut the engine, and glide to the attack point so that the Germans would have no warning of an incoming attack other than wind whistling through the wing bracing-wires. It wasn’t because the engines were unreliable, it was a planned attack pattern.
Fact 3: Saying “their leader flew over 200 missions” is both inaccurate and damning with faint praise. Whereas most combat pilots fly only one or two sorties per day, all of the 588th Night Bomber Regiment pilots flew multiple missions every night, with the record being eighteen missions flown back-to-back-to-back-to-back in a single night. By the end of the war, most of the “Night Witches” had around a thousand combat sorties under their belts.
The Night Witches were THAT fucking badass, and it pisses me off when people get it all wrong because they’re too damn lazy to do their homework.

And this is one of the rare times the correction makes things more badass.

Wow, I now totally want to write the Temeraire-universe story of this regiment.
NIGHT WITCHES <3 <3 <3  

As an Airman this makes me so proud and happy to learn. Badass women, I salute you and everything you ever did. 





They say depression and intelligence go hand in hand, well this is Einstein and his therapist. 

this breaks my heart

i reblog this every time because i think its an honest reminder of just how human everyone is plus he looks damn adorable

yes sadness is adorable

His therapist was hella hot



pumpkins age like white people


I just peed a Little

if a charmander running in circles chasing its tail doesnt fit your blog then you are running the wrong kind of blog
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If you follow me and you don’t reblog this, we’re gonna have a little issue.

I will 500% judge you if you don’t Reblog

More people reblogged this than there are in my state??

More people reblogged this than there are in my COUNTRY??

Omg let’s make this to 9 million ++ !!

c’mon 10 milion+++ :)

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