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and my hands always hover. {yining; intersectional, queer, poet}

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my fingertips are shadows

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nyctaeus:

On the streets of Ferguson, Missouri. 
Photos by Alex Welch

filed under: ferguson, mike brown,
taryndraws:

Okay, I’ve only watched the first three episodes of Doctor Who, but I wanted to draw Rose.

taryndraws:

Okay, I’ve only watched the first three episodes of Doctor Who, but I wanted to draw Rose.

Favorite Fe-isms [1/2]: Season 1

ahsadler:

phils-mum-and-llama-placentas:

bangtidyniall:

I HEAR THOSE SLEIGH BELLS JINGLING

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RING TING TINGLING TOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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COME ON IT’S LOVELY WEATHER

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FOR A SLEIGH RIDE TOGETHER WITH YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

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IT’S STARTED

IT’S AUGUST YOU MANIACS

proctalgia:

i love when dogs sigh. its like, hey bud, long day at the office?

filed under: please queue here,

requested by anonymous

randomslasher:

A birthday gift for the wonderful Heartblowswild 

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

gillpickle:

my babies are big, strong

THEIR FEATHERS STILL HAVE NOT COME IN YET BUT THAT IS OKAY
I STILL LOVE YOU
MY WEIRD FEATHERLESS CHICKEN BABIES

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

gillpickle:

my babies are big, strong

THEIR FEATHERS STILL HAVE NOT COME IN YET BUT THAT IS OKAY

I STILL LOVE YOU

MY WEIRD FEATHERLESS CHICKEN BABIES

codeinewarrior:

sunnbather:

codeinewarrior:

people forget that south africa ended apartheid only two decades ago

People also forget that because of that, there are severe anti-white sentiments in South Africa to the point that a lot of the white people there don’t feel safe in their own country

whose country?

afro-dominicano:


chocolatehighhh:

anomaly1:

gang0fwolves:

king-emare:

gottabekem:

regalasfuck:

sweetheartpleasestay:

postracialcomments:

dealinghope:

mydamnblogposts:

darvinasafo:

Let’s see how many of y’all ready to show some SOLIDARITY…

Let’s make this happen!!

WE HAVE TO SPREAD THIS !!! 

Im for it

Yooooo. I’m doing this.

please do this

Okay, but can we get a list of black owned businesses in our areas?  

word^^^^

^please

There’s an app called Around the Way for iPhones and Androids that locate your nearest black owned business’ by zipcode. PLEASE SPREAD THIS!

Doing this. Greetings from Toronto

I’m in

afro-dominicano:

chocolatehighhh:

anomaly1:

gang0fwolves:

king-emare:

gottabekem:

regalasfuck:

sweetheartpleasestay:

postracialcomments:

dealinghope:

mydamnblogposts:

darvinasafo:

Let’s see how many of y’all ready to show some SOLIDARITY…

Let’s make this happen!!

WE HAVE TO SPREAD THIS !!! 

Im for it

Yooooo. I’m doing this.

please do this

Okay, but can we get a list of black owned businesses in our areas?  

word^^^^

^please

There’s an app called Around the Way for iPhones and Androids that locate your nearest black owned business’ by zipcode. PLEASE SPREAD THIS!

Doing this. Greetings from Toronto

I’m in

aviculae:

That first night after Canary Warf must have been hard.
applegrass:

Gone by ~swankkat

He pushed the doors open to find her shirt laying over one of the rails.
His first instinct was to grab it up and hunt her down, with the intent of teasingly accusing her of using the console room as a clothesline.
Before his hand reached the fabric, the fact finally sunk in.
She’s gone.
It was as if one of his hearts had suddenly stopped working; his chest felt tight with the realization that the beautiful, sunny creature he’d shared his life with - twice over no less - was no longer a part of his universe.
Gulping a breath, he picked up the shirt and instantly his senses were flooded with the same sensations he’d always experienced every time he touched her.
laughter joy sunshine regret strawberries desire tea shampoo soft warmth sympathy love
Blindly, he slid down against the wall, holding the shirt in both hands to his face, as if he could hold on to her essence by merely breathing in her lingering scent.
As the tears mercilessly dropped from his eyes, he whispered words into the stillness that no one but his ship would ever understand. 

applegrass:

Gone by ~swankkat

He pushed the doors open to find her shirt laying over one of the rails.

His first instinct was to grab it up and hunt her down, with the intent of teasingly accusing her of using the console room as a clothesline.

Before his hand reached the fabric, the fact finally sunk in.

She’s gone.

It was as if one of his hearts had suddenly stopped working; his chest felt tight with the realization that the beautiful, sunny creature he’d shared his life with - twice over no less - was no longer a part of his universe.

Gulping a breath, he picked up the shirt and instantly his senses were flooded with the same sensations he’d always experienced every time he touched her.

laughter joy sunshine regret strawberries desire tea shampoo soft warmth sympathy love

Blindly, he slid down against the wall, holding the shirt in both hands to his face, as if he could hold on to her essence by merely breathing in her lingering scent.

As the tears mercilessly dropped from his eyes, he whispered words into the stillness that no one but his ship would ever understand.