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So proud of that Ed

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tayswiftdotcom:

HQ Sarah Barlow photoshoot (x)

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funnyordie:

Funny Or Die on SoundCloud

Eyes need a rest? Stuff your ear holes full of funny for a change! Check us out on SoundCloud!

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edsheerandaily:

Ed Sheeran performing Make It Rain in Seattle // 8.21.14

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edsheerandaily:

Ed Sheeran performing I’m a Mess in Seattle // 8.21.14

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She doesn’t have to be your taste, and I can totally understand why someone wouldn’t be into her, but choosing to write off a young woman completely because she “has too many feelings” is just typical, old school misogyny. Don’t like her music? Cool. Don’t like her style? Cool. Don’t like the way she words things in interviews? Totally reasonable. But if you’re willing to paint this woman as the CRAZY BITCH EX-GIRLFRIEND because she uses her platform to call out men’s bullshit behavior, you’re contributing to a culture that assumes all women’s feelings are irrational and worthless. It’s mean, it’s boring, and we can do better. If you want to make fun of Taylor Swift, make fun of Taylor Swift. Don’t resort to mocking femininity in general and trying to pass it off as pop culture news. By turning Taylor into a Crazy Bitch, you might be sending the message to other women writers that it’s not worth it for them to express their feelings at all. 

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leaveyouapen:

GRANDPA’S POEM

Top floor,
All the way down the hall,
The second door on the left.
You laid there
You slowly lost your battle there
You became smaller and smaller
And frailer and frailer
You stayed there
You fought 3 different kinds of cancer there
You faked a smile there
And you knew that you were dying there
You woke up later and later
You slept more and more
And you see,
When I wasn’t there to say goodbye
Or to say I love you one more god damn time
You died there
Top floor,
All the way down the hall,
The second door on the left
It’s empty now
Your laughter isn’t there
Your heartbeat isn’t there
Your hands and calves that were once so strong aren’t there
Your stories aren’t there
You aren’t there
The damn room is empty of you
The only thing left is the memories
All of them
The good, the bad, the ugly
Every single laugh and every single tear from those days
They haunt that fucking room
And Grandpa,
I miss you
More and more every day
Some days more than others
But never less than the day before
I love you grandpa
See you in my dreams

(Paige K.)

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