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You put a baby in a crib with an apple and a rabbit. If it eats the rabbit and plays with the apple, I’ll buy you a new car.
—Harvey Diamond (via pogo-cafe)
Brigid Brophy.
I don’t hold animals superior or even equal to humans. The whole case for behaving decently to animals rests on the fact that we are the superior species. We are the species uniquely capable of imagination, rationality, and moral choice – and that is precisely why we are under an obligation to recognize and respect the rights of animals.
the voice & the change: Those with a heartbeat are not ours to eat.
If animals were able to depict their version of the Devil, it would be in human form. When humans are treated as disgustingly as animals there is a global outrage. For example:
- If I were to slit a humans throat whilst still fully concious - I’d go to jail.
- If I were to drag a human outside and…
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a timeline of a typical girl’s tumblr experience
hi i’m mary, i’m 15, i’m new to tumblr i hope you enjoy my blog x
mary, 15 years old. ▲
mary. 15. bi.
mary. 15. part-time model. FLOG GNAW.
MARY-JANE NIGGA. FUCK YOU.
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Crash into me.
Maybe it was wrong of me to think I could keep you. And maybe it’s the last few drinks taking over my mouth. And all I’ve been thinking; I want you to know that I am fine here without you, but I can’t bring myself to lie to you. And since we’re being honest, I feel I should tell you, I’ve been filling up the empty space between you and I. Between you and I, he could never compare to you.
I’ll breathe you in with smoke in the backyard light. We used to laugh until we choked into the wasted nights. It was the best time of my life, but now I sleep alone. So don’t, don’t, don’t wake me up, ‘cause my thrill is gone. You’ve gone and sewn me to this bed. The taste of you and me will never leave my lips again.
Does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched? And does he cry through broken sentences like, I love you far too much? Does he lay awake listening to your breath, worried you smoke too many cigarettes? Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor? For every speck of tile there’s a thousand more. You won’t ever see but most hold inside yourself eternally. Well, I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death. In every city, memories would whisper: “Here is where you rest.”
