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Im Liv.

@oliviaautrey

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“Killing Jews” was just listed as a leading component of “Republican values” in Charlottesville

In this video from the Washington Post on the horrific situation in Charlottesville, white nationalist Sean Patrick Nielsen said that in addition to “standing up for local white identity” and “the free market,” his top value as a Republican was killing Jews:

This is how accepted anti-Semitism is. These monsters are so comfortable in support for their Judenhasse that they are literally unafraid to give their names to a major news outlet or to show their faces to an international audience and declare that they want to murder Jewish people. And I worry one day the rest of the world will let them—again

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Get up early enough to set your intentions for the day in stone, a good morning is the beginning of a successful day. You are capable of everything you want to do today. You are strong, secure and able to achieve. There is no task too hard when you believe in every ability you hold, you are determined to hit every goal. Do not give up on yourself.

Morning Mantras by Amy Kennedy

03/07/17

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I read somewhere one time, that the reason we always go back to the person that hurt us. Is that its easier to get back with someone that already knows everything about you, then to start over. It’s natural for us as humans to wanna keep things the same. Such as eating at the same restaurant and ordering the same meal every time. Having to let a new person learn everything about you, even the things you might not want them to know isn’t easy. Having to introduce them to your family, hoping that they will accept them just like they did with your ex, makes that first family gathering stressful. Hoping that he will accept you once he learns all your flaws, and even going through your first fight can be difficult as you don’t know what he does when he’s mad/upset. Even though you know going back to your ex is a bad idea and that things really haven’t changed. It’s what seems like the easiest option so thus that's what you do, knowing, in the end, it’s not going to work. 

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Realizing this is the best thing you will ever do, I promise you. You miss someone that doesn’t exist.

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“Would you take him back?” She hesitated and placed her hand over her heart. She let out a deep sigh “You know I cried uncontrollably every day for weeks. I sobbed and screamed, begging for the pain to go away. I prayed so hard, so fucking hard for him to come back to me. Maybe if he reached out to me durning those days I would’ve taken him back in a heartbeat.” “But he didn’t” “One day I just grew tired of crying myself to sleep and feeling so damn exhausted in the morning. I was tired of walking around feeling nothing and everything all at once. I was sick of being broken while he was perfectly okay.” “That day I realized if he truly did care for me, truly loved me he wouldn’t have caused me that much pain and sorrow. He ran out of chances, he ran out of time, he ran out of my love.”

“to answer your question: no” (via damagedlips)

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I’ve come to a point in my life where “I love you” just doesn’t have the same meaning as it used to before. Sure, you can love me. You can fall in love with my eyes, with the way I tuck my hair behind my ears, with the way the sunshine hits the color of my skin. You can love me in a hundred and one different ways but it wouldn’t mean anything if you don’t choose me. So yes, you could tell me you love me and my heart will skip a beat and I’ll have butterflies in my tummy and I will feel the earth shake on my feet - I will feel so happy, my heart could burst out of my chest… but it simply just won’t be enough anymore. So this is what I need from you: Tell me you choose me. When I’m slumped on the floor ridden with guilt and grief from everything that has ever and will ever hurt me - hold me and tell me you choose me. When I’m pushing you away, when my fists are up and the ugliest of things come out from this mouth you proclaim to love - say you choose me anyway. When I’m broken, when you can’t fix me, when no amount of I love you’s in the world can assuage my pain - please, hold my face, shake me a little, say, “look at me, I choose you, okay?” You can tell me you love me. You can shout it to the world. You can say it to me a million times and it will be what I want to hear. But telling me, “I choose you” - darling, that’s all I will ever need.

Tell me you choose me // Genefe Navilon (via letters-to-the-sea)

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There is a wolf inside me. And she is leading a pack. I am awoken by its roar. Everything that I love I claw into, refusing to let go. I guard my territory like the queen of the jungle. And nothing and no one will touch anything or anyone I love. My survival instinct is powerful, I survive trauma with grace, so my scars become tattoos engraved in the light of the sun. I honor this wolf. She is my integrity and my dignity, the pride stamped across my chest. I am my own sacred sun. there is also a wounded cub, cowering and exhausted, howling to be held. Make the fucking world go away

Leo