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THUG HARMONY

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" Don't lose hope I promise you,there is always a sunrise-after a sunset" - A.B.H
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If you are reading this, it means that I have committed suicide and obviously failed to delete this post from my queue.

Please don’t be sad, it’s for the better. The life I would’ve lived isn’t worth living in… because I’m transgender. I could go into detail explaining why I feel that way, but...

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"FIRE IS CATCHING!"

"IF WE BURN…

EGYPT ‘2014

THAILAND ‘2014

HONGKONG ‘2014

UKRAINE ‘2014

MEXICO ‘2014

PALESTINE ‘2014

BRAZIL ‘2014

NIGERIA ‘2014

FERGUSON, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ‘2014

…YOU BURN WITH US!!”

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You will never listen to A-Team the same again after this.

 I cry every time I hear this song. It has such meaningful lyrics, just like all of Ed’s songs. Listen to it and read the lyrics.. Amazing

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Listen.  Little Lady, this is just the worst way to spend your birthday  It’s 30 degrees, Thursday  You work late, you was with a perv making dirty fake love in his Mercedes  Lady the word ‘rape’ sums up events that take place every night  You wanna get up but you know your legs will ache if you try  And you remember that your punter went crazy last night  You drag yourself to the mirror to check your face then you cry  Forget the visit to the clinic you were booked in for  You’ll make a trip to the Whittington where they’ll look at your jaw  They’ll be inquisitive and ask about your business for sure  They’ll know your fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door  But young woman  The pimp sees you as nothing but a dumb hooker  Medical attention could be fatal  ’Cause the cunt wouldn’t ever let a doctor near someone that’s getting dough for him  ’Cause next you got poxy authorities sticking their noses in

 She’s just under the upper hand  And goes mad for a couple grams  And she don’t wanna go outside, tonight.  ’Cause in the pipe she’ll fly to the motherland and  Sell love to another man  It’s too cold outside, for angels to fly.  For angels to fly.

 Little Lady, your mind you’ve made up  Your injuries you can’t hide with make-up  You need some medical advice, you make up  A little lie to say just  In case the doc opens his eyes and don’t decide to play dumb  With any luck you’ll see the same dude who stitched your top lip  Last year when your pimp just lost it  He wouldn’t recognise you if you stared him in the face anyway  ’Cause all the heroin is making you age  But your a heroine for taking the strain of being a prostitute and punching bag  The funds you have left go where your from using Moneygram  Mother had to get you out the motherland to study  That was all she struggled to have a single daughter with the upper hand  Little does she know your never coming back  She put you in her brother’s hand only for him to formulate another plan  He’s the fucking cause of your appalling state this summer  Fancy that, you came to London to get pimped by your Uncle, damn.

 She’s just under the upper hand  Goes mad for a couple grams  And she don’t wanna go outside, tonight.  ’Cause in the pipe she’ll fly to the motherland and  Sell love to another man  It’s too cold outside, for angels to fly  Now an angel will die, covered in white  With closed eyes and hoping for a better life  This time, we’ll fade out tonight,  Straight down the line.

 Little Lady, you’re trembling with fear  Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer  You’re sitting facing the detective, oh dear  The meddling nurse couldn’t just leave it,  She’s only gone and made it much worse calling police in  She’ll never know the gravity of the damage she’s caused  You’re causing scandal going mad in the ward now  The cop is trying to calm you, telling you he won’t let no one harm you  The same question he keeps trying to ask you, who you working for?  He’s talking to like your worth more than a dirty whore  You’re having a conversation you could be murdered for  You’re learning more about exactly why you need to help bring him or her to court  It’s kicking knowledge you ain’t ever heard before  Just before he leaves, he reassures you that he knows that it’s hard  He underlines a mobile number you can phone on his card  Begs you to use it  He’s useless if your gonna be stupid  ’Cause an answer hasn’t come from your bruised lips, your on your own  You’ve gotta go and give your pimp what you owe  You reach your door and then it dawns that you’ve been followed home  Before you turn around you feel a cold blade on your throat  And then a voice says 'where you been bitch? I wanna know.'  No prizes for guessing who it is, resistance would be foolishness  You open the front door, he boots you in  There’s something new in him, he’s silent now that fills you with terror  Get your alibi straight, you could be killed for an error  He towers over you, the 6 inch knife catches the sunlight  At this point your life flashes before your eyes  Your handbags dropped and all the contents are all over the floor  Despite the mess there’s only one thing that’s caught his eye  And in the moment of rage, he brutally murders his niece  And dumps her body in the boot of his Merc in the street.  Little Lady left this earth in the worst way  All because she got a card on her 13th birthday

 And we’re all under the upper hand  And go mad for a couple grams  And we don’t wanna go outside, tonight.  ’Cause in the pipe she’ll fly to the motherland and  Sell love to another man.  It’s too cold outside, for angels to fly, for angels to fly, and fly fly,  For angels to fly, to fly, to fly, angels to die. ♥

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this songs deserves more attention than it gets

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when will people realize racist and terrorist jokes aren’t funny and will never be funny. idc if that person is your best friend or your favorite celebrity and idc if you don’t mean any harm, it’s fucked up and gross and not ever going to be funny

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Welcome to my feelings, thoughts, and emotions (the appropriate ones, that is) for September 10, 2014, the last day of the Austin Mahone tour. To be honest, I hadn’t been feeling very well the past few days. I was overemotional, on account of there’s a full moon, I just got my period, and I’m Camila Cabello and I have a lot of feelings. Long story short, I felt extremely homesick. It was like a numbness in the bottom of my stomach that left me starting the day with a pitiful lack of enthusiasm for anything at all. It was one of those moments where you feel confused and disoriented and overwhelmed and lonely all at once. It’s a seventeen thing. (By the way, I’m a generally very happy person and I was just having a moment, nothing serious.) And I know this is supposed to be a blog entry about how the day was and what our routine activities are, but we’re human and it ain’t as simple as “wake up, get glams, do meet and greet.” In between, the stuff that isn’t shown on camera, those are the moments that make up who you are. The nervous breakdowns, the epiphanies, the daydreaming about a boy you like, the butterflies, the tears of joy, the laughter, the staying up late with a best friend. Those are the moments. At our meet and greet, we met a woman and her daughter. I don’t want to disclose any names, but basically, her daughter came up to us. I noticed she was a bit shy and guarded, and the both of them had this look in their eyes, a tiredness, like they were carrying three elephants on their shoulders. They had a light about them though, like life had run them over with a huge dirty truck, but exhausted as they were they wiped the dust off and trudged on because they were good, and they had hope. Her father had passed away that year, and her mom came up to us with tears in her eyes (seeing moms cry is equivalent to seeing someone stepping on a newborn puppy and not being able to do anything about it) and she said “We’ve had hell in a year, but you helped her stay strong and I can’t thank you enough for that. God bless you girls.) I swear I think I’ll be old in a rocking chair and still remember the look on her face. Fast forward. By the time that show came along, during the part in “Over” when it ends and we look at everybody’s faces in the crowd and we make eye contact, I got to thinking about all the stories that were in that stadium. There must’ve been about 6,000 stories. The young girl with the pigtails in the front row. What’s hers? Maybe this is her first concert and she wants to be a singer someday; she’s too shy, but maybe tonight will make her want to tell her mom she wants to sign up for singing lessons. And what about that girl with the light-up bow sobbing and singing the lyrics to “Miss Movin On” with her best friends in the far corner on the left? What if she’s getting over a recent breakup? She had been with the guy for 6 months and he was her first love. She can’t get him out of her mind, but those words and this bass and the crowd all sweaty and singing along can maybe make her forget for a little while. And there’s a boy right in the middle in the front row holding hands with his boyfriend. His parents are there too. He knows all the words and his smile tonight makes him look like the happiest man in the world. Maybe he came out to his parents this weekend and he’s never felt more at home in his own body in his entire life. And all of a sudden, I’m dancing so hard I almost trip and I’m singing and looking at as many people as I possibly can because the mom and her daughter and the little girl with the pigtails and the girl with the light-up bow and the boy with the sunshine smile deserve all the happiness and all the hope in the world. They all smile back at me and I feel so light I swear I get butterflies in my stomach and I start to laugh. These are the moments. These are the moments where you realize love is everywhere if you look closely. When you realize happiness isn’t next weekend, and it’s not last week, it’s right now. That was one of the best nights of my life. It felt good to know purpose. I lay in my bunk and I think of all the stories I’m in. I think about all the stories that are in my story. I think about all the stories that are left to be written. And it might be my favorite book yet.

Camila Cabello, Fifth Harmony (via michelemonteith)

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