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Lea with Matthew Paetz in Malibu (x)

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Lea Michele at Earth Bar - September 21, 2014

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Lea and Matthew Paetz in Malibu - September 20, 2014

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biggest plot twist in all of history

*patiently waits 34787894745 years for sequel*

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when u excited about something and ur friend isntimage

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10 year old me was so pissed that Gabriella would sacrifice true love for a dumb school but 2014 me now accepts that Gabriella was smart like home girl knew she could find dick everywhere YALL SHE GOT INTO FUCKIN STANFORD. FUCKIN. STANFORD. FUK TROY BOLTON’S WHITE ASS 

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Autumn in NYC

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She walks in beauty, like the night…


Today’s the day. The day you help save the internet from being ruined.


Yes, you are, and we’re ready to help you.

(Long story short: The FCC is about to make a critical decision as to whether or not internet service providers have to treat all traffic equally. If they choose wrong, then the internet where anyone could start a website for any reason at all, the internet that’s been so momentous, funny, weird, and surprising—that internet could cease to exist. Here’s your chance to preserve a beautiful thing.)

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Women did not ride the subway alone very late at night, I realized. And as I made this realization I felt not fear, but fury.

Even now, at a much more wary and guarded age, what I feel when I am told my neighborhood is dangerous is not fear but anger at the extent to which so many of us have agreed to live within a delusion—namely, that we will be spared the dangers that others suffer only if we move within certain very restricted spheres, and that insularity is a fair price to pay for safety.

Fear is isolating for those that fear. And I have come to believe that fear is a cruelty to those who are feared. I once met a man of pro-football-sized proportions who saw something in my hesitation when I shook his hand that inspired him to tell me he was pained by the way small women looked at him when he passed them on the street—pained by the fear in their eyes, pained by the way they drew away—and as he told me this, tears welled up in his eyes.

No Man’s Land,” from Notes from No Man’s Land: American Essays by Eula Biss (via seeyoutrying)

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