sspirituality:

Are we really so different that we must be horrified of one of them uncovered, and completely okay with the other?
bunny969:

vilicity:
Posted this before but I’m gonna repost it goddammit
cool jeans
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O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

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Walt Whitman, “O captain! My captain!” (via clothobuerocracy)

im currently watching dead poet society and they were talking about this

  • person at school: how was your summer?
  • me: *plays the sound luke was making into the walkie talkie
  • person: what did yo-
  • me: *makes sound again*
  • person: did you go to an-
  • me: *makes sound*
  • person: or hang ou-
  • me: i think were breaking up *makes sound*
  • person: but we aren't on-
  • me: *makes sound again*
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    Anonymous asked:
    R u straight

    yeeees

    random bruise that appeared on my ankle??? plus like 10 more up my legs?? feel free to reblog this to all yo grunge bruise shit
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