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losemydignity: (via fuckyeahdex) Loveee that bitch <3
autostraddle: copake falls/north adams via yamshchikov.files.wordpress.com That never works.
that’s so true :D
That’s a order ..so do it ;)
That’s an order!!!Sexy Wife
africannights: Sadia Arabia - Whachu mean “why do you dress like that”
audreylovesparis: Men say that women should come with instructions…but have you ever actually seen a man read instructions?
YES! If you think you could BE conscious! But what tells YOU that you ARE?
i still apologize often, not because i am me, but because being me some times means making choices to separate mai self from others who are committing acts that i cannot accept. Sadism, racism, paranoid fear and hate mongering lies, slavery, false prophe
lil-miss-bi-curious: Yeah, it’s not safe in here. ;) ain’t that the truth
i will drink to that!
and there’s nothing wrong with that
well this seems to be today’s theme.a very good theme, at that!
suckmyd1ckagain: Yes yeah that’s me
meterboy: I haven’t meet one that doesn’t indeed we do
*laughs* oh that’s so true
i’m good with that
That’s okay.
str8nochaser: pixiepaperdollcartoon: luv1direction28: Just thought this was needed. And let’s not forget that one of Adele’s breakup songs included the line “I wish nothing but the best for you two” whereas one of Taylor’s breakup songs
text-pistol: wearing-sammy-to-the-prom: princeharrehs: princeharrehs: omfg i just ordered pizza and as i was about to hang up i said love you out of habit and the guy said it back and after a whole minute of dead silence he just tells me that he hopes
simpaticonebula: 2 years ago I saw a group of middle school aged Buddhist boys in orange robes who had shaved heads and a little boy saw them and said “Look, Mom! Airbenders!” and at first they laughed but then they told him that they were Airbenders
brennanxvegan: You were born into privilege. I was born into pain. Your story is not my story, but an assimilated and separatist oil that weaved into the water of my spirit. My pain bounds me with pride to my shackles. Glory bound. ©Brennan H.
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I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go.
That’s My Motto
soracities: “A fairytale doesn’t exist in a fixed form; it’s something like a tune that can migrate from a symphony to a penny whistle.” — Marina Warner, except of How fairytales grew up (via reykjaviklesbian)
lifeinpoetry: “Am I still to / blame for that night. Why do my hands still feel like blood.” — Kanika Lawton, from “Hot Mess,” published in Vagabond City
reygrets: “The seas are wide, the oceans are deep, and demons lurk in the waters that separate us. But nothing compares to the monster I will become, if the world does not give you back to me” — you don’t know fear until you know me - c.k (via
apotheose: “I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.” — Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
pieldejazmin: “It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” — Rainer Maria Rilke (via mesogeios)
twofigs: when kosinski wrote “i’m sure there are aspects of my personality buried within me that will surface as soon as i know i am completely loved.”
amargedom: ““I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.”” — Franz Kafka (via naturaekos)
juliadorable: “we could stand for a century, staring, with our heads cocked, in the broad daylight, at this thing: joy, landlocked in bodies that don’t keep- dumbstruck with the sweetness of being, till we don’t be.” — joanna newsom, “emily”
catherinemerteuil: “From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.” — Edvard Munch (via wnq-art)
blazeofgold:emily bronte: “he’s more myself than i am” / cixous: “who are you who are so strangely me?” / pizarnik: “accept the part of me that is you”
violentwavesofemotion: “Sometimes I am empty for a very long time. I have no identity. At first it is frightening. And then it turns to an impulse of happiness. And then it stops. Happiness: I mean dead, somewhat.” — Marguerite Duras, from That’s
salemwitchtrials: aseaofquotes: Walt Whitman, Song of Myself [ID: excerpt from ‘Waiting,’ by Marya Hornbacher “Walt Whitman wrote, “I contain multitudes,” and all of us do. We are largely unfamiliar with all that we possess—flaws and gifts,
blxckberrying: when plath said “it seems that always in august i am more aware of the rain,”
sirenoirs: “My life is so curiously heavy in me that I often cannot stir it from its place;” — Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Marina Tsvetaeva c. July 1926 (via violentwavesofemotion)
marypickfords: “Science fiction and horror were built from the foundation of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. The monster was created from a scientist playing God and a text about a body that had no control over their reanimation. Once undead, he becomes
objetpetita: “I am nowhere gathered together;”― Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse “Depersonalization like the deposing of useless individuality— the loss of everything that can be lost, while still being. To take away from yourself little
soracities: Walt Whitman, ‘Song of Myself’, Leaves of Grass [Text ID: “I exist as I am, that is enough,”]
derakhtesokoot: “My father says that Persians believe in silent communications; a look or gesture imparts far more than a book full of words.” — Mahbod Seraji, Rooftops of Tehran
amourduloup: “You can turn around in the dark, with the man who wants your heart looming so big, so big over you, and you can give it to him, so bright and red and pure that it destroys him.” — Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat In Dreams
cannibalesbians: “I’m having that dream again where I behead you, hang you upside down, and bathe in the waterfall of your blood.” — “Love for Slaughter” by Sara Tantlinger
The Little Engine That Could
carfuckerlynch:normal-horoscopes:GOD MADE TRANS PEOPLE FOR THE SAME REASON HE MADE GRAPES BUT NOT WINE WHO ARE WE TO DENY THIS DIVINE ALCHEMY OF THE SELF?daniel lavery, “something that may shock and discredit you”
aworldof-quotes: Lewis Carroll
penaltybox: IM JEALOUS OF COUNTRIES THAT TEACH LANGUAGES TO CHILDREN FROM A YOUNG AGE SO BY THE TIME THEYRE LIKE 18 THEYRE BILINGUAL . IN MY ELEVEN YEARS OF AMERICAN PUBLIC SCHOOLING I CAN NAME YOU LIKE 5 COLORS IN SPANISH
danceoffyourdemons: For he is both the marble and the sculptor. It’s most likely that truer words have never been spoken.
everets: its unsettling how hard it is for people to understand that equal treatment doesnt produce equal results unless equality already exists in the first place. did yall ever take algebra? an inequality will always be an inequality unless you apply
i guess you could say that my life's a mess
“The day will soon come when North Koreans are finally free, and liberated concentration camp survivors will have to learn that the world was more interested in the oddities of the oppressors than the torment of the oppressed.” — “North Korea
enoughtohold: “If we want to end AIDS — not just control it, not just mitigate it, but really end it — then we must eliminate all remaining barriers that stand between people with HIV and their ability to access medication. What are those remaining
droconian: maybe it was good that the world forgot every lesson, every good and bad memory, every triumph and failure, all of it dying with each generation. perhaps this cultural amnesia spared them all. perhaps if they remembered everything, hope would
memoryslandscape: “The instant dissolves in the succession of other nameless instants. In order to save it we must convert it into a rhythm. The ‘happening’ opens up another possibility: the instant that is never repeated. By definition, this instant
prokopetz: “You were so focused on whether you COULD do it, you never stopped to ask whether you SHOULD.” - Ian Malcolm, Jurassic Park
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bubbleant: scandalinbohemia: dilaudid: suzywire: (via sugarexoskeleton) my Life’s Library. I like the idea of that.
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