"I think in today’s culture and in our generation sometimes mob mentality can be a very scary thing. And sometimes as an individual you can have your own morals and they can become blurred when you are in a group. But I’ve never found myself in one of those situations. I’ve always been someone who stuck to what I believe, specially given the privileges I’ve had in my life and with my career I would never want to do anything to jeopardise that."

"I think in today’s culture and in our generation sometimes mob mentality can be a very scary thing. And sometimes as an individual you can have your own morals and they can become blurred when you are in a group. But I’ve never found myself in one of those situations. I’ve always been someone who stuck to what I believe, specially given the privileges I’ve had in my life and with my career I would never want to do anything to jeopardise that."

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inmeumlocum:

Old friends take showers
and chose Duckie over Blaine
and see the end of the tunnel
and admit they are afraid.

Pretty isn’t enough of a word
to describe this feeling.

you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
(and if you want to leave)
then let him leave
(then leave)
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.

warsan shire
+ kaija magee (via theharmoniousturmoil)

Right now, you’re standing
in the road, the same road
you’ve known your whole life,
but this time the road is dark
& orange leaves are sticking
to the wet asphalt. You can’t
even see the familiar smile
of the moon’s half-lit face
& there’s a deer you’ve hit,
a deer you don’t know
is dead or not yet. You
hold your breath & sit down
beside him, close your eyes
& then open them to see his
chest rising & you know then
how sometimes the road calls
for no more walking.
Sometimes, the road asks us
to sleep, to wait. The road
tells your frightened body
not to worry. It says
another bus is coming.

Moriah Pearson, for the girl who didn’t get her scholarship this year  (via mooneyedandglowing)