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infatuation, when every single move you make is fascinatin. gravitatin, towards anything that gives a sense of happiness∞

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Most people die at 25 and aren’t buried until they’re 75.

brandi-graham:

HAPPENING NOW [VERY IMPORTANT]: Venezuela’s soldiers are killing their people. The Government is sending their armed gangs to kill them and they have censored all the media in their country, even blocking photos posted on social media sites. They shut down all the cable channels that broadcast news, so they can’t know what’s going on. The people have no source of protection at all. Students are protesting to save their country and their lives at this very moment. All they have are their social networks to get the word out so, PLEASE RE-BLOG THIS AND SPREAD THE WORD. VENEZUELA IS ON THE BRINK OF A CIVIL WAR  AND CLOSE TO BECOMING A FULL COMMUNIST DICTATORSHIP. THEIR PEOPLE NEED YOUR HELP. —— Please, this is very important to me, one of my closest friends went to visit family in Venezuela over winter break and they won’t let him come back to Florida. We’re graduating in a few months and it hurts me to know that his baseball career and all of his hard work and dedication to his grades here in the U.S. was all for nothing. Please.


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fuckyeslilkim:

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myownfashiionbook:

She was so cute back then I don’t understand why she got work done

Kim has actually spoke on it. its stemmed from self hate and the black men who have been in her life. she said something along the lines of herself (who she is) not being enough for them, she internalized over the years as many young black women do and thats she started with the surgeries. our skin is too dark, we arent light enough. our noses are too wide, our hair is not long enough, straight enough or we dont have that right curl pattern. its a lot to deal with.

Think about the fact that she was in love with Biggie, and he married Faith, while he was still having sex with Kim.

Are we going to dismiss the constant abuse she had experienced?

Her father was very strict, an ex military sergeant, who was so distant towards Kim & her brother she didn’t see him as a father, she experience him hitting her, her mother. She once stabbed him with scissors as he repeatedly was hitting her mother.

Biggie smalls was nothing better, he was very controlling and abusive. Kim loved him to death, she wore those big glasses because he gave her multiple black eyes & at one point choked her then put a gun to her head. He constantly made fun of Kim’s nose , He was so possessive and controlling her forced Kim to get an abortion when she was pregnant with his child.

Damion ‘world’ hardy was the worst. He was labelled ‘bipolar’ and possessive. Damion cheated on Kim multiple times throughout there relationship with lighter women and ‘exotic’ women. He’s mentally unstable, and is currently serving life in prison due to 6 MURDER charges. Damion was so unstable he had reportedly beaten kim over a game of checkers. He broke Kim’s nose TWO Times, second time was when she was still healing from the first. internally bruised her face causing mass blood clots, he also caused clots on her back and head.

People just jump to conclusions, there’s a reasoning for her change, that comes from a deep and dark place.

PREACH ^

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alex-sando-s:

I know I don’t have many followers, but if it isn’t too much to ask I would like for everyone to just take a second to read my story. The pictures above are a summary of my life the past two years. From my first date with Christian, to my first and only prom with him, to finding out I was pregnant and starting our family. As you can see the past two years have sort of been a roller coast ride for me, with plenty of ups and downs. But I can easily say they were the best two years of my life. There are a few dates I will never forget, starting with February 26th, 2012. That was the day me and christian officially started our relationship. The next date is July 11th, 2012. The day I found out I was approximately 7 weeks pregnant. January 12th, 2013, the day we moved into our little house. Then February 13th, 2013. The day my son, Noah Clark Carden came into the world. I’ll never forget June 8th, 2013, the day Christian was taken to jail (just a minor probation violation), and July 23rd, 2013, the day he was released. After that, the dates are all kind of just a blur and a flash of good memories. Until, October 30th, 2013. That is the night Christian died. I found him, he had committed suicide. I stayed by his side until the ambulance arrived, but he had no heart beat. I followed them to the hospital and as soon as they resuscitated him and he was stable they allowed me in his room. At first I sat by his side holding his hand, and I just cried. He was breathing on his own through a tube, and a machine was doing most of the work for his heart. Just when I lost all hope one of the nurses told me, “You know you can talk to him, right? Hearing is always the last thing to go in a situation like this”. So I did, I told him many things. Countless times I told him how much I loved him. How much me and Noah needed him. That if he would just fight for me, and come back, that God would give us another chance to do things right and to be a family. I just went on and on, and when I looked up, his eyes were half open and he was crying. Tears streaming down his face. That’s when I knew.. he wasn’t going to be able to come back to me, and he knew it too. But I stayed there, I stayed by his side until they called his death and removed the machines. And for an additional two hours I sat there with my head on his chest, and I played with his hair because that was his favorite thing. I stayed until the nurses said it was time to go, I looked at him, whispered I love you, kissed him on the forehead, and I walked out. Christian suffered from depression, but not a lot of people knew that because he never reached out to anyone. He had stopped his antidepressants, but he didn’t let anyone know. He truly felt that if he died nobody would miss him, that we were all better off without him.. well he was wrong. But he couldn’t help that he felt this way, he was sick. People don’t understand how severe a mental illness can be just because you cannot see it. So this post has two messages in it. ONE, if you are depressed and you feel like you have no purpose, like you are not loved, well you are WRONG. There are many people out there that will be affected and deeply hurt to lose you. Christian didn’t realize that until it was too late. And two, if you are having suicidal thoughts… reach out to someone.. anyone. You can even message me day or night, and I will talk if you want to talk, or listen if you want me to listen. Don’t keep things hidden, and don’t feel embarrassed, scared, or ashamed.. please. You are not unwanted, you are not any different, you are depressed, and there is a cure. I would give anything to go back and tell Christian all of this, why I waited until it was too late… I dont know. And I will never forgive myself. So don’t make that mistake. Life is too short to spread hate, to hold grudges, to cut ties. Instead forgive, spread love, and find happiness. Christian always told me how much he loved to make other people happy, and it was true. I can’t name all the favors that were left unreturned.. but he didn’t care. He did it for the joy of making someones day. He was such a people pleaser, if he couldn’t make somebody happy, he felt like he had failed. What he didn’t understand is that it wasn’t his responsibility to make others happy, but he took on the challenge anyways. When other people were hurting, Christian took in their pain as his own. Everyday took a toll on him, to the point where the pain was unbearable. But you would have never known if you met him. He would flash that smile and release every bit of happiness he had until he had none left. I know it seems cliche, but it is true. Reblog this to spread Suicide Awareness. If my story can help save just one life, well then I will feel accomplished. And if Christian knew he started something to inspire others, to bring someone to reach deep down inside and find their own inner happiness, and give them a reason to live, well then he would feel accomplished too. So please, help me do this for him. I may not have worded this exactly how I wanted to, or got everything out, but I think I did the best I could at this point.

I’m crying :’(

Usually I scroll past long things like this, but everyone needs to read this

fuck i cant

Wow. Only word fitting for this.

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pancakes-and-penguins:

This is the single best post I’ve ever seen. 

Parents need to teach their children these man tips.

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