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thisgirlgames:
“ ridge:
“ damnnlyssa:
“ hentied:
“ codeinecostanza:
“ spicychickncrisp:
“ This happened right down the street from my house.
I went to school with him.
I even spoke to him a few times.
Everybody who knew him said he was a really good...

thisgirlgames:

ridge:

damnnlyssa:

hentied:

codeinecostanza:

spicychickncrisp:

This happened right down the street from my house.

I went to school with him.

I even spoke to him a few times.

Everybody who knew him said he was a really good kid.

Keep spreading this.

FUCK FLORIDA

oh well isn’t this fucked

i got an anon ask about this the other day and i did hella research on it, shits fucked up.

on the news they said that the police were mocking him when he was dying on the ground, what a shame

As a resident of Florida, I can now say with 100% certainty that I am sick and tired of my state’s bullshit.

(Source: killafornia-xo)

“Rise above thy mental horizon, 0 brave soul,
And listen to the call of Music coming from above.” (Rumi)

(via santmat)

I’m sorry but

fakeflaws:

The average high school student has the same levels of anxiety as people put in mental hospitals in the 1950s.

Over 25% of my year group has self harmed recently.

Some of my best friends at school cry themselves to sleep because of the pressure of school.

I’ve talked to people considering suicide and having mental breakdowns because of all the work they have to do and the high expectations.

So don’t you dare tell me that there is nothing wrong with our education system.

(Source: kidsfromsuburbia)

santmat:
“ “Each morning we are born again. What we do today is what matters most.” ”

santmat:

“Each morning we are born again. What we do today is what matters most.”

ambedo n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life.