hello, hello baby

내 모든 걸 완벽히 해제시켜버린 너

refuses to settle. picky like no other. can grow the most inflated ego. tries to see the colors between black and white. enjoys sarcasm but sometimes misses it. ridiculously hot-headed. curses like a sailor. unapologetic liberal. always and forever learning. laughs too much too often. could survive on tea alone. bleeds red, white, black, and gold.
'Sometimes I lead, sometimes I follow. This time I'll go where she wants me to go'

di-johnlock:

It’s not over, don’t forget

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locksandglasses:

reeves3:

didgeridooyouloveme:

caseyanthonyofficial:

That gazebo is so fucked

Are you sure gazebo is the correct word?

Are

you 

sure?

I cried

Omega

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someone-somewheree:

gen-tan:

xeduo:

welcome-foolishmortals:

This is going on my tumblr again.

every october

and some of the months in-between

I get it…

when the one ghost turns his head AWW HAHABAHABH<3

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are-you-who-you-want-2-be:

nosleeptilbushwick:

this is absolutely incredible

This is amazing

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timelightbox:

Photo: Wong Maye-E—AP

Peek Inside North Korea Through a New Set of Eyes

With David Guttenfelder gone, Associated Press has turned to staff photographer Wong Maye-E to document the reclusive and mystifying North Korea.

Powerful images.

ummatii:

An honest friendship is one in which even after weeks of not speaking, things are still the same whenever you choose to speak. I don’t see the obsession with talking to people every single day online or over text just to call yourselves friends. If you don’t talk to me for a while, I’m not going to assume you don’t want to be friends.

All of my friendships.

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너의 입술은 죄많은 내 입술을 감싸고
"Last Romeo" - INFINITE (인피니트)

It’s hard for me to admit that I honestly, even just the tiniest bit, always felt threatened by the people whom I supposedly liked and supposedly liked me.

It is so pleasant, almost baffling, really, how disarming he is. I don’t know how it’s possible. If anything, I now know that everything else I had ever done or tried was wrong from the start. There is no malice, no endgame, no pressure with him.

What if
all women were bigger and stronger than you
and thought they were smarter

What if
women were the ones who started wars

What if
too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos
and no K-Y Jelly

What if
the state trooper
who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike
was a woman
and carried a gun

What if
the ability to menstruate
was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs

What if
your attractiveness to women depended
on the size of your penis

What if
every time women saw you
they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands

What if
women were always making jokes
about how ugly penises are
and how bad sperm tastes

What if
you had to explain what’s wrong with your car
to big sweaty women with greasy hands
who stared at your crotch
in a garage where you are surrounded
by posters of naked men with hard-ons

What if
men’s magazines featured cover photos
of 14-year-old boys
with socks
tucked into the front of their jeans
and articles like:
“How to tell if your wife is unfaithful”
or
“What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate”
or
“The truth about impotence”

What if
the doctor who examined your prostate
was a woman
and called you “Honey”

What if
you had to inhale your boss’s stale cigar breath
as she insisted that sleeping with her
was part of the job

What if
you couldn’t get away because
the company dress code required
you wear shoes
designed to keep you from running

And what if
after all that
women still wanted you
to love them.

For the Men Who Still Don’t Get It, written 20 years ago by Carol Diehl. 

She wrote a post about the history of this poem that is worth reading.

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