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kinda wanna go on a date, kinda wanna get hit by a truck too 

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I’d like to take a moment to bring to people’s attention what is happening in Scotland right now, more specifically Glasgow. I’m not sure many of you even realise that yesterday we had the chance to vote to be an independent country, and overall, the run up to voting day was fantastic! There was such passion and positivity from both Yes and No camps, but that is now a thing of the past as since the votes have been counted and a NO vote has won 55% to 45% YES. George square has been the hub for many YES gatherings over the past few weeks, and I live in Glasgow and I’ve walked through them, and it’s been a really great atmosphere, but these pictures show what replaces that today. Within 48 hours it has gone from a scene of positivity, to complete anarchy, and the BBC has covered virtually none of it! I ask that you please be aware of the discord going on in Glasgow and Scotland right now, and if you’re in Glasgow please stay at home and be safe, this is not how it should have ended.

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my blog will make you horny ;)

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"And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention."

Recent picture taken in Gaza.

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My Sunday morning may seem like your Sunday afternoon


   you feel the train shake the sidewalk beneath your feet and the alcohol has started to hit you hard. you think of him. he thinks of his next drink. you’ve always felt most connected to the sadness. the way it creeps up your spine in the middle of the night. the way it warms your lungs after that whiskey warms your throat. the way it comforts you like no boy ever did. i’ve hit a crease in my page and you’ve hit a nerve in your nervous system. learn to follow your gut before it betrays you. learn to follow your heart before your brain catches on. these are the only words of wisdom i can preach. for i’m merely speaking through metal letters hammered onto a crumbled piece of paper. for i’m merely afraid of my own emotions just like you.