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My name is Haley. I try to respect everyone. Sometimes I forget to. I have never claimed to be perfect. I do claim to be exactly who I want to be. I like to think that I see the world for what it really is. I'm thankful for everything I have and I try everyday to be a better person. I'm in love with the beauty I see around me and like me or not, I'm still trying to figure out who I am.

eyesslightlyopened:

Whenever I hear dudes say that feminists don’t want equality they want a matriarchy im just like wow so what you’re saying is that having a society ruled by one sex is a bad thing? 

daceymormonts:

i just spent the last hour looking at cute boys and i’ve made myself sad

edwardspoonhands:

BRB….selling my Microsoft stock…

peetasboxers:

BOYS TAKE OFF THEIR SHIRTS SO WEIRD THEY LIKE GRAB THE SHIRT FROM THE BACK OF THEIR NECK AND YANK IT OVER THEIR HEAD THAT IS SO SEXUAL LIKE I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW YOU DO IT BOYS

“There’s still time. You should sleep.” 

Unresisting, he lies back down, but just stares at the needle on one of the dials as it twitches from side to side. Slowly, as I would with a wounded animal, my hand stretches out and brushes a wave of hair from his forehead. He freezes at my touch, but doesn’t recoil. So I continue to gently smooth back his hair. It’s the first time I have voluntarily touched him since the last arena.

“You’re still trying to protect me. Real or not real,” he whispers.

“Real,” I answer. It seems to require more explanation.
“Because that’s what you and I do. Protect each other.”

 After a minute or so, he drifts off to sleep.