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sadillite:

Sweet Disposition - The Temper Trap

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cmmfm:

#prayforboston

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caccamesee:

I think we all need a reminder today that the human race isn’t all bad.

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clintisweird:

• Let’s be serious for a minute Tumblr, no matter what creed,religion,race, or whatever we know what happened in Boston was tragic to say the least. So please, get off Tumblr for 15 minutes and tell any or as many family members as you can a simple, “I love you” or a hug. Never take a day for granted. I love you all.

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lunchtrae:

i still cannot believe this happened

I’ve seen a lot of shit. I’ve seen videos of beheadings, I’ve seen raw footage of combat in Fallujah, I’ve seen American soldiers and Marines be shot and blown up, I’ve seen convoys blown up by IEDs, I’ve seen videos of the enemy being shot in the head, I’ve seen video and pictures of the aftermath of losing side of combat on the human body. But this, this, is hard to swallow. It’s unreal. You watch countless videos of war in Iraq and Afghanistan. But it’s here. It’s at home, on the streets of Boston. This video is hard to watch.

I was just at Copley a few days ago too. I don’t really have many words for it. Just lots of emotions. 

This is totally unacceptable. I would’ve never thought something like this would ever happen. Not today, tomorrow or ever. If anything I was ready to see a headline about North Korea launching a missile before something like this. I still can’t believe this happened.

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doctorwhobama:

larryluscious:

Lyrics:

When I was in the third grade I thought that I was gay

‘Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight

I told my mom tears rushing down my face

She’s like “Ben you’ve loved girls since before pre-k tripping, “

Yeah, I guess she had a point, didn’t she?

Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.

I remember doing the math like, “Yeah, I’m good at little league”

A preconceived idea of what it all meant

For those that liked the same sex

Had the characteristics

The right wing conservatives think it’s a decision

And you can be cured with some treatment and religion

Man-made rewiring of a predisposition

Playing God, aw nah here we go

America the brave still fears what we don’t know

And God loves all his children, is somehow forgotten

But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago

I don’t know

And I can’t change

Even if I tried

Even if I wanted to

I can’t change

Even if I try

Even if I wanted to

My love x3

She keeps me warm x4

If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me

Have you read the YouTube comments lately?

“Man, that’s gay” gets dropped on the daily

We become so numb to what we’re saying

A culture founded from oppression

Yet we don’t have acceptance for ‘em

Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board

A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it

Gay is synonymous with the lesser

It’s the same hate that’s caused wars from religion

Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment

The same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins

It’s human rights for everybody, there is no difference!

Live on and be yourself

When I was at church they taught me something else

If you preach hate at the service those words aren’t anointed

That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned

When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless

Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen

I might not be the same, but that’s not important

No freedom till we’re equal, damn right I support it

(I don’t know)

And I can’t change

Even if I tried

Even if I wanted to

My love x3

She keeps me warm x4

We press play, don’t press pause

Progress, march on

With the veil over our eyes

We turn our back on the cause

Till the day that my uncles can be united by law

When kids are walking ‘round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart

A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are

And a certificate on paper isn’t gonna solve it all

But it’s a damn good place to start

No law is gonna change us

We have to change us

Whatever God you believe in

We come from the same one

Strip away the fear

Underneath it’s all the same love

About time that we raised up

And I can’t change

Even if I tried

Even if I wanted to

I can’t change

Even if I try

Even if I wanted to

My love x3

She keeps me warm x4

Love is patient, Love is kind x2

(I’m not crying on Sundays)

Love is patient

(I’m not crying on Sundays)

Love is kind

(I’m not crying on Sundays)

Love is patient

(I’m not crying on Sundays)

Love is kind

(I’m not crying on Sundays)

Love is patient

(I’m not crying on Sundays)

Love is kind

(I’m not crying on Sundays)

Love is patient

why does the radio play a song by him about thrift shopping more than this

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