I’m constantly bouncing between two vortexes, the negative pull that says “but here is where you find the hurt to write” and the positive that concludes “but how will you write if you don’t survive”
Jezebel
I am Amelia. Underneath my skin are muscles, inside of them are bones. I want to derive a greater meaning from them.
Shut Up / heard in her rational tone the harp of nihilism, the twang of the void.
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(Source: danielodowd, via notsobearrrr)
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Nam June Paik
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MY HAIR IS GETTING LONG AGAIN
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Hey look I moved from my bed yay.
There are a remarkable amount of issues in being an English and poetry major who is afraid to let anyone besides professors see her work.
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I have buried you in every place I’ve been. You keep ending up in my shaking hands.
— Bon Iver (via the-century)(Source: seabois, via ifyoubemybodyguard)
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(Source: theofficescreencaps)
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(Source: in-mountains, via jaysonthedukeofspook)
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(Source: rotta-kerho, via didyoueatallthisacid)
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The river will accept what it is given,
even your body and everything you’ve done to it.— Traci Brimhall and Brynn Saito, from “River” (via the-final-sentence)(Source: dzancbooks.org, via the-final-sentence)
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(via myexposedretina)
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feminazis don’t exist
nowhere in the world do women imprison men into labor camps where they are forced to work tirelessly until they’re corralled into a tiny room and gassed to death
thank you and goodnight
Comparing anything to Nazis or Hitler is the laziest, cheapest way to derail and end all thoughtful and rational discussions.
(via hurrl-scout)
