welcome
Haley | 17 | USA + pansexual
+ cis female
+ she/her/hers

tracking: #crownedkhaleesi
info
my time:

status:
+ semi-hiatus w/ queue

links:
+ reclist
+ saved urls
+ my poetry
+ my fics
+ blogroll
currently
watching:
+ homeland s3

reading:
+ asoiaf
+ divergent

writing:
+ a sansaery modern AU
networks

+ steve/tony net
+ GoT ladies net

friends:
+
mutuals:
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other blogs:
+

itsstuckyinmyhead:

Dog Tumblr Posts

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Cat Tumblr Posts

frankoceanfanclub:

rosehip-baby:

I’ve watched this at least 200 times

please delete this

armenianqueen:

whenever i come out of my room with a dish my mom looks at me like i just stepped on a baby bird

slavocracy:

sorry white people but if you dont support mike brown & the people of fergusons’ protests in 2014 you probably wouldnt have supported abolition in the 1800s or civil rights movements in the 1960s & having the ability to recognize something as morally justified in hindsight something that has already been accepted by the mainstream as morally justified is nice for u but on all practical levels useless to everyone else 

flyartproductions:

MY ANACONDA DON’T WANT NONE UNLESS YOU GOT BUNS HUN
Lilith with a snake (1886), John Collier / Anaconda, Nicki Minaj

flyartproductions:

MY ANACONDA DON’T WANT NONE UNLESS YOU GOT BUNS HUN

Lilith with a snake (1886), John Collier / Anaconda, Nicki Minaj

melisasmccall:

b i t t e r s w e e t by mellisasmccall

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melisasmccall:

b i t t e r s w e e t by mellisasmccall
version one: preview | code
information: 
— 500px posts
— no sidebar image
— 6 sidebar links

castielsbane:

Got S4 ChallengeDay 4 - Favourite Outfit

The bride was lovely in ivory silk and Myrish lace, her skirts decorated with floral patterns picked out in seed pearls. As Renly’s widow, she might have worn the Baratheon colours, gold and black, yet she came to them a Tyrell, in maiden’s cloak made of hundred cloth-of-gold roses sewn to velvet.

"When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
Smile
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Do not.
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Not one.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next."

(via bl-ossomed)

In history class…

onlyblackgirl:

"White people built america"

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"Columbus is a hero"

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"Manifest Destiny" 

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"Survival of the fittest" 

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"Slavery, segregation, some MLK & Rosa Parks happened, end of racism"

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"The Melting Pot" 

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"Land of the free/opportunity" 

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mk