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derrieresandcankles:

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worldcircus:

Kind of gives you chills .

Good Lord, how delicious! I wanna do that! The next time I’m in a cathedral, I’m doing it. 

As she stood inside an ancient and empty church in Montefrío, Spain, Malinda Kathleen Reese belted out one of the best Christmas carols of all time-“O Come, O Come Emmanuel” and the end result was just heavenly.

I’m obsessed with this because A. Victorian Christmas Carols B. European Cathedrals C. It’s gorgeous and fuckin choristers are my favorite

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skeletonize:

skeletonize:

i was looking at old photos and i wanted to show you how our story went, a little

bronwyn and i met at age 12 but i dont have any photos from then, really, but this is from grade 9 science class when we were being goofs and i was 13

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this is from our first ever sleepover, we couldn’t stop laughing and we were sleeping on a mattress on the floor and we went to boston pizza and got plastic rings that we both still have (bronwyn kept hers on a necklace after that)

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i went to bronwyn’s cottage for the first time in the summer after grade 9

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we had our first kiss in grade 10 when i was 14 and were in a weird kind of dating limbo period

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then i moved to the states and turned 15 and told bronwyn i was in love with her and we visited every chance we could and she sent me flowers and packages

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then i went to junior prom with her and bronwyn cut her hair

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then we had the most beautiful summer where i spent 5 weeks at her cottage and i cut my hair

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then i went back to miami for 12th grade and turned 16 and bronwyn was 17 and we went to senior prom together

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then i moved back to canada for university when i was turning 17 and we finally lived in the same place again and we loved each other so much and got breakfast together every day

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then after a beautiful summer we started living together when i was 18 and bronwyn was 19  and we went to bahrain together and bronwyn dyed her hair brown and now i get to see her every morning and every night and we adventure in our city and have a coffee shop and love each other more than i could have thought. there were periods of scary intense darkness but we love each other so much and i’ve never been happier. i’ve known bronwyn since i was 12 and now i’m almost 19 and i love her more and more.

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i’m never on here anymore, but i wanted to share that almost a month ago bronwyn and i got engaged!! under a beautiful tree on a perfect day and for the rest of my life i get to pursue her and care for her and make her laugh. i’ve said this so many times but now more than ever: if this is all i get, it’s so much more than i could have hoped for.

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This makes me so happy

this is the future gays want

This is amazing! 😭🙌🏻👻

beautiful-basque-country:

workingclasshistory:

On this day, 20 December 1973, Spanish fascist Prime Minister who was hand-picked as Franco’s successor Luis Carrero Blanco was assassinated in Madrid. Basque separatists ETA had spent five months digging a tunnel under a road he went down to attend mass. They then detonated a bomb as he drove over, shooting his car 20 metres into the air and over a five-storey building, earning Blanco the nickname of “Spain’s first astronaut”. His successor was unable to hold together different factions of the government, and was credited by some of helping accelerate the restoration of democracy after Franco’s death.
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Pictured: a cinematic creation of the event https://ift.tt/2rOwulk

Voló, voló…

ebonyheartnet:

ebonyheartnet:

transcendent-acedia:

Where have all the good blogs gone and where are all the Gauds?

Where’s the streetwise Warrior Male to fight the rising odds?

There are still white knight dumpster fires who think they’re studs

Late at night, I toss and I turn and try to search for what I neeeeeed~

I need @staff to stop fucking up my blog!

@support needs to listen to us and do their goddamn job!

I need @security to fix this fucking site!

If you’re gonna filter bad shit out, then at least try to do it riiiiiiiiight!~

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Somewhere after midnight,

In my wildest fantasies,

Somewhere just beyond filters,

There’s someone tagging me~

Rolling back the shadowban,

And rising with the tide,

It’s actually super easy to fix the bullshit that they triiiiiied!

I need @staff to stop fucking up my blog!

@support needs to listen to us and do their goddamn job!

I need @security to fix this fucking site!

If you’re gonna filter bad shit out, then at least try to do it riiiiiiiiight!~

Up where the coding meets the cloud above,

Where this crap is spewed I see

Those mother fuckers are still watching you and me

When each dash suddenly has a flood

Of female presenting nipples, they know that we’re out for bloooood~

I need @staff to stop fucking up my blog!

@support needs to listen to us and do their goddamn job!

I need @security to fix this fucking site!

If you’re gonna filter bad shit out, then at least do it riiiiiiiiight!~

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