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zaynsgrammys:
“ I’m so happy for him
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I’m sorry, but I would like to add something. The clock this kid brought into the school looked extremely suspicious, if any kid of any race brought it in, I’m sure there would have been an incident. The kid...
zaynsgrammys

I’m so happy for him

c0llid3withmyb0n3r

I’m sorry, but I would like to add something. The clock this kid brought into the school looked extremely suspicious, if any kid of any race brought it in, I’m sure there would have been an incident. The kid didn’t even make the clock himself, he deconstructed a normal clock and added wires and a briefcase to it. This was all a fabricated event to make it seem like there is hostile racism towards Muslims , when in reality, they caused this to blow out of proportion to gain media attention. I’m not saying there isn’t racism, but cmon. This is ridiculous

inkskinned
inkskinned

stop fucking hurting me. maybe it’s sick but i’m addicted to it. maybe i get off on having wounds because at least i’ll bleed ink. but i haven’t slept in so long i forget the meaning of rest. i haven’t been eating. i can’t do anything without this huge weight on my chest. stop fucking me. i hear your heartbeat and the quick in your breath and for a second i think maybe you might love me until there’s nothing left. just stop. walk away. let me move on to a shore where nothing hurts anymore. stop cutting open all my fresh sores.

inkskinned
inkskinned

I want to lie in this bed with you until we both rot and become oak trees and our trunks grow together and we spread roots all over the floor and our palms become leaves and we don’t have to worry about our future or what our parents will think or all the ugly things waiting outside the door for us and all we have to do is listen to the music of the breeze and just sway together gently and instead of hurting, we’ll grow.