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words to live by tho

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// we were a short story I’ll read a thousand times 
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we were a short story I’ll read a thousand times 

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purdysouth:

Louis CK is my favorite

tears of love

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" Every mouth you’ve ever kissed was just practice. All the bodies you’ve ever undressed and ploughed in to were preparing you for me. I don’t mind tasting them in the memory of your mouth.
Was it a long journey? Did it take you long to find me?
You’re here now, welcome home. "
by Warsan Shire. (via theburnthatkeepseverything)

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6:59 PM
" Your skin must be sensitive enough for the lightest kiss and thick enough to ward off the sneers. If you are going to spit in the eye of the world, make sure your back is to the wind. "
by Gloria Anzaldúa, “Speaking In Tongues: A Letter to 3rd World Women Writers” in This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color (via bwildness)

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10:11 PM
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When You Start

thisisanavelasco:

When you start calling yourself

Not a girl, but a woman,

And the companions you seek

Are not boys, but men,

And you start looking for

Responsibility in romance

Instead of rashness, and

The things that turn you on

Are phone calls not passions,

Because you’re too old to heal

Fast enough for the world’s clock,

So you seek conscious kissing

Not stolen sensualities, and

Holding hands is mechanic reaction,

Then stars rust nighttime and

The sun can’t keep you warm.

1:32 PM
" Having perfected our disguise, we spend our lives searching for someone we don’t fool. "
by Robert Brault  (via blaqmagic)

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4:46 PM
nevver: Let me be enough
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nevver:

Let me be enough

slightlypretentious: Slouching Towards Bethlehem, by Joan Didion
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slightlypretentious:

Slouching Towards Bethlehem, by Joan Didion

" She’s like smoke: you think you’re seeing her clearly enough, but when you reach for her, there’s nothing there. "
by Ryū Murakami  (via whiskeysoaked)

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9:05 PM
" I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself. "
by D.H. Lawrence (via deathriders)
4:32 PM
" One of the best guides to how to be self-loving is to give ourselves the love we are often dreaming about receiving from others. "
by bell hooks (via sister-bell)

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12:17 AM
" These ideas of manipulation and consent, of agency and victimization, are Girls’ calling card. It’s Hannah pitifully, tragically, agonizingly jamming Q-tips in her ears, or Shosh discovering that Ray has moved in with her without asking. Girls thrives in that scary area bounded by what we say we want, what we actually want, and what we want people to think we want. In lighthearted episodes, that triangulation leaves us wondering why Ray is so focused on certain cuts of jeans. In darker episodes, we’re left to wonder if one of our favorite characters is actually a rapist. "
by On Girls, Adam, Rape, and Consent — Vulture (via slightlypretentious)

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10:16 AM