Mentally Massacred.

Mentally Massacred.

My name is Devin Lowe. I'm a 21 year old, pansexual, Transman.

Originally from Houston, Texas. Now living in New York.  Kool Kids online

Here you'll find posts on LGBTQ & general human rights issues such as racism, sexism, and political agendas.

I'm also an extreme lover of poetry, so you'll get a lot of that here, of others, as well as my own. I post a lot of graffiti, street, contemporary, classical & modern art.

I'm fascinated by the extreme light and the extreme dark, and I believe there is both in each and every one of us.

Stay beautiful.

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usbdongle:

color coding your infant children

1 day ago with 16,248 notes



Finally, some good advice from Cosmo

im gonna reblog this 300 times a day

browngirlblues:

her-name-is-wena:

browngirlblues:

I hate it when men make unsolicited comments about a woman’s body. Like “she’s got a nice shape but she needs to tighten up her stomach”

How about you tighten up your lips and never speak again you ignorant shit.

Wow maybe you need to accept constructive criticism jesus christ.

Men telling me (or any other woman) what I need to do for them to find me sexually attractive is not constructive criticism.

1 day ago with 74,602 notes

lilmorrissey:

this is important
h0odrich:

I NEVER USE THIS WORD BUT THIS IS I C O N I C

“I don’t go to church anymore.
I never believed in God
and a thick book of sayings never
captured my attention quite like
the words of Bukowski or Camus did.
I would wake up every Sunday
and put on an outfit that wouldn’t embarrass
my family
and I would sit in the pew with my
hands folded listening to “amen”
sung by the congregation.
I would listen, thinking maybe one day
I would start to believe
but my mind was vacant.
A few years later I saw a pair
of hazel eyes
and plump lips
that made me feel like I could believe
in anything.
Your hello became my Amen
and your goodbye became my sin.
And just like that, I had my own religion;
something that helped me fall asleep
at night
and something that made me feel whole
when I was really just an empty
shell.
When I went to church they never said
that religion can leave you behind,
they said it would be with me always.
When I went to church they said I would
never be alone
and that I would always be loved.
I never quite understood religion
but I tried my damned hardest to understand
you.
You were the first amen that meant something,
but words are only temporary.
When I went to church I didn’t love you.
I don’t go to church anymore.”

Kimberly Siehl | When they tell you to go to church do not listen (via alonesomes)

1 day ago with 482 notes

solarglare:

yungmeduseld:

grrspit:

whitetears365:

This is a great comeback for all of that “I don’t see race.” BS

AND YOU BENEFIT FROM IT EVERY DAY



Yesssss. Bless this post.
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