You have to remember: rights don’t come in groups. We shouldn’t have ‘gay rights’; rights come as individuals, and we wouldn’t have this major debate going on [if we understood that]. It would be behavior that would count, not what person belongs to what group.
Ron Paul (via dillondean)
(Reblogged from apostrophewar)

pakyupo:

I’ll always be nothing unless I’m with you.

(Source: it-could-have-been)

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andreudareen:

          The sad thing about Tumblr is you can find and meet a lot of your potential best friends and soul-mates here and it’s sad because it’s just sad and you know it’s sad because it really is.

(Reblogged from andreudareen)
apostrophewar:

“Killing is killing, whether done for duty, profit or fun.” - Richard Ramirez

apostrophewar:

“Killing is killing, whether done for duty, profit or fun.” - Richard Ramirez

(Source: zombiebile)

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The direction in which education starts a man will determine his future in life.
Plato (via se-ro-to-nin)
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Dennis,

se-ro-to-nin:

The person who stole your vid and made it to a .gif and claimed it as his isn’t writeinspace at all. He’s glxs now.

Hiding, hiding, hiding.

WOW. NOW HE’S HIDING, HUH.

(Reblogged from se-ro-to-nin)

One song,

one man,

you are choral,

gregarious,

at the least,

you must be shared.

writeinspace:

Cigarettes and tea.

DENNIS YOU’VE GOT A POSER RIGHT HERE!!!!11!!!1!!! Claiming to be you (what is this kid even thinking!)

writeinspace:

Cigarettes and tea.

DENNIS YOU’VE GOT A POSER RIGHT HERE!!!!11!!!1!!! Claiming to be you (what is this kid even thinking!)

(Reblogged from writeinspace)

zeropercenthipster:

kind of sort of. yeah. my life.

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apostrophewar:

thedappertroll:

Patrick Bateman.

Let me tell you about this guy right here.

apostrophewar:

thedappertroll:

Patrick Bateman.

Let me tell you about this guy right here.

(Source: cdnjacks)

(Reblogged from apostrophewar)

You spill a universe of gold,

a yellow goblet of miracles,

a fragrant nipple of the earth’s breast.

andreudareen:

You touch the girl in the dark with the soft lips and sapless body and she whispers to your soul, “I love you.”

But you are too busy pushing hard and giving it to her to hear the soft words escaping her mouth.

It’s alright, though. She didn’t really mean what she said. It was only the force, the energy. It was only the rhythm, the heat.

(Reblogged from andreudareen)

pakyupo:

SEX ON FIRE BY KINGS OF LEON

(Source: akosidareen)

(Reblogged from it-could-have-been)
(Reblogged from akosidareen)