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"We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep."

"Is there a beauty as beautiful as a dream? Is there a truth sweeter than hope?"

Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest—thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the under wood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.
—Beau Taplin  (via stoneyxochi)` (via droo216)


*accidentally bullies you in an attempt to flirt*

and just like that we go from everything to nothing. a hundred miles an hour to rest in a second. dead.

you can still smell the burning rubber from the trail we left behind. the skid marks tell the story of a love so passionate we had no other option but to drive off the edge of the cliff. like a dragon she breathed fire into my lungs with every kiss and made me feel like the sun, like somebody’s reason to live. she was the best thing that i never had and i was the worst thing she ever will. now when i dream about her i grab her waist as tight as i can cause i don’t want to ever let her go again. but i’m a sinking ship and i’m trying to evacuate everyone as quickly as i can.

she was way too greedy, wanting me to add ‘I’s to my ‘love u’s and sprinkle some sincerity on my miss you’s. why couldn’t our daily conversations be enough for you? she ruined everything when she said ‘I’d like to get to know, the real you’ cause you see the real me is locked away in a tower and guarded by a smile that would weaken the knees of nuns, domesticate wild beasts and you, you’ve got eyes that are too precious to see past that.

i never once put pen to paper when she was still around, maybe because  my lips left every poem that brewed up inside me at the base of her neck.  words scrambling up and down her body looking for a place to rest, preferably just above her left breast. she was rain on a gloomy day, a reminder that angels do cry, and when they do, it’s the most beautiful sight.

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Why do police have quotas? If a doctor went around intentionally sneezing on people to get more patients, that would be seen as a travesty to their profession. But police, can sit around and wait for someone to turn on a red light or commit other mundane ‘offenses’ because they have quotas to meet. Quotas are all the proof we need that policing is not a public service vocation; it’s a business and a subsidiary of Wall Street.

Enrique Molina (via withoutadjectives)

While I was sleeping, this went viral.

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this answer on yahoo from a retired officer will add on some further insight to this

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Quotas also explain why small and simple offenses like drug possession is MUCH more likely to be pursued by law enforcement than violent and sexual crimes like rape and domestic violence. Think about it, in the time it would take for a small team of cops to catch and prosecute a single serial rapist, they could arrest 30 people for possession or selling drugs. Quotas effect the types of crimes and people charged.

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#sisters keeping each other company #illustration

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i was happily scrolling down and when i saw this my face dropped and i swear my heart stopped for a while. just look at this.look at it. it’s so pure yet it shows affection. it’s so simple yet it holds many feelings. i really, really want to touch someone’s hand like this and i hope they don’t pull it away.i love this.

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