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Tara. 22 years old in FL. I post about feminism, world news, movie & tv stills, gore/horror, art, music, fashion, recipes, interior design/architecture, sassy political shits, and anything I find aesthetically pleasing.
givemeinternet:

In honor of the two conflicting holidays
shoes

sometimes sandals are appropriate for certain outfits. but where does one find sandals that aren’t from ancient Rome?

I am not a gladiator, nor a middle-aged tree hugger

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nitanahkohe:

U.S. attorneys declined 50 percent of the Native American cases deferred to them between 2005 and 2009, of which 67 percent were sexual abuse and rape related, according to the Native American Bar Association. [source]

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spikespiegell:

do ya ever bring your pet up to a mirror and ur like “that you”

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supermodelgif:

"High & Mighty", Nadja Auermann by Helmut Newton for Vogue, Feb. 1995 

blue-voids:

1970’s interiors, Verner Panton

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palmandlaser:

The Office Book (1982)
conflictingheart:

500px: - Tadpoles by Bert Willaert
japanesemodel:

Chiharu Okunugi and Sayo by Sylvie Malfray for Voguegirl Japan
thebiblemachine:

braiker:

Are you fucking kidding me? Did we all just wake up in 1938?

wtat
You know why LGBT people have such a bad impression of Christians? It’s not because of protesters with “God hates fags” signs. We know they’re extremists. It’s because of daily being dehumanized by the Christians who lecture and preach at us, treating us as issues instead of as human beings—and because of the Christians we know who stand idly by, thinking that if they’re not actively hating us, that counts as loving us.
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Crumbs from the Communion Table: You love gay people? That’s great. Prove it. (via azspot)

Every time I hear “Hate the sin, love the sinner” I want to scream.

My existence is not a sin. I’m not a sinner for existing. You do not “love” me if you feel this way.

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There are way to many better things you could be doing.

antidrugsupport:

But you chose weed.

You chose poison. 

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