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Felt shit all day because of a comment someone made on a recent photo.

I’m not taking that bullshit which is COMPLETELY untrue.

You posted a photo of yourself in a mustache and said that you were obviously rooting for Colombia in the World Cup. That is racist- no one cares you were hurt all day by someone calling out your shitty comment you didn’t even apologize for - try actually being a victim of the racism you’re perpetuating.

I pretended indifference
even in the presence of love, in the presence of hunger.
And the more deeply I felt
the less able I was to respond.

Louise Glück, from “Timor Mortis (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via sbhoola)

Today’s your birthday and I knew it
from the second I woke up but I don’t
imagine that by sending you my smiling face
you’ll suddenly stop being a junkie and start
being the kind of man I need to keep myself alive.

— Sean Patrick Mulroy, “poem to a lover on his birthday,” published on The Bakery (via nps2013)

(Source: bostonpoetryslam, via grammatolatry)

I want to be able to call you. I want to be able to knock on your door. I want to be able to keep your key and to give you mine. I want to be seen with you in public. I want there to be no gossip. I want to make supper with you. I want to go shopping with you. I want to know that nothing can come between us except each other.

— The PowerBook, Jeanette Winterson (via twobarsandabookshelf)

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this show is so fucking real

(Source: sexxistential, via seeherbeauty)


be there saturday sweetheart
by Tracey Emin

this is not tracey emin - this is fiona banner 


be there saturday sweetheart

by Tracey Emin

this is not tracey emin - this is fiona banner 

(Source: 20aliens)

"Ok - this is a happy song I wrote. It’s a children’s song - and uh, I was living in Seattle at the time and my life was pretty much in the shitter - so I was pretty depressed. I had just gotten off, well - it was a long story, but I had just gotten back off the train from Denver where I had moved, and two weeks later went back cause I was really confused about this girl - she was in Florida at the time…well, she lived in Seattle but then she left Seattle cause I left and she was all bummed out and couldn’t stand to be there. But I came back and told her to come back cause I loved her. And in my depression I wrote this song and I was happy for about 5 minutes and then went back in the shitter and so did the relationship. But out of it I got a little children’s song, so you know, things happen in funny ways." 

(Source: Spotify)

Here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.

Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via forever-and-alwayss)

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Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.

— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84  (via dolenti)

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