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I am all tangled up. I am messy, I am a mess. I cannot sort myself out. I don’t know the way out of this labyrinth head.

Gabriel Gadfly, Scribbleheads (via rauchwolken)

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What I really mean to say is that I hope you aren’t held back because of a number. And that you don’t rush into things because it feels like time is slipping by. I hope you do what’s right for you. Hold on. Slow down. And breathe in. Your age is your age. But more importantly, your life is your life. Don’t change your journey so that it matches someone else’s. We need to walk different paths so the whole world can be explored. Revel in the differences. And enjoy where you are.

…because I’m a twenty-something, todaywasmeaningful.wordpress.com  (via ablogwithaview)

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I know girls who are low rise, mac eyeshadow, and binge drinking. I know girls that wonder if they’re disaster and sexy enough to fit in. I know girls who are fleeing bombs from the mosques of their skin. Playing Russian roulette with death; it’s never easy to accept that our bodies are fallible and flawed. But when do we draw the line? When the knife hits the skin? Isn’t it the same thing as purging, because we’re so obsessed with death. Some women just have more guts than others. The funny thing is women like us don’t shoot. We swallow pills, still wanting to be beautiful at the morgue, still proceeding to put on make-up, still hoping that the mortician finds us fuckable and attractive. We might as well be buried with our shoes, and handbags and scarves. Girls we flirt with death everytime we etch a new tally mark into our skin. I know how to split my wrists like a battlefield too but the time has come for us to reclaim our bodies. Our bodies deserve more than to be war-torn and collateral, offering this fuckdom as a pathetic means to say, “I only know how to exist when I’m wanted.” Girls like us are hardly ever wanted you know. We’re used up and sad and drunk and perpetually waiting by the phone for someone to pick up and tell us that we did good. You did good. ( I know I am because I said am, my body is home)

Mary Lambert, I Know Girls (Body Love)

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"What’s the most frightened you’ve ever been?" "I thought my sister died once because she left me this crazy voicemail. But turned out she was just on mushrooms." 

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Each person who ever was or is or will be has a song. It isn’t a song that anybody else wrote. It has its own melody, it has its own words. Very few people get to sing their song. Most of us fear that we cannot do it justice with our voices, or that our words are too foolish or too honest, or too odd. So people live their song instead.

Neil Gaiman (via rauchwolken)

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Deep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her personality always got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, more often, nothing at all.

Julia Quinn (via winterkristall)

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Book Art (by Johannes Helden)

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People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life.

Elizabeth Gilbert

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If in America we lowered our ticket prices on Broadway, audiences could make up their own minds and wouldn’t have to rely on the New York Times as the critic to tell us what we think. I think we have a big problem on Broadway right now where Wall Street has hijacked Broadway. They’re not in it for the love of the theater. I don’t know anybody that goes to Broadway or goes in to theater period to make money. It isn’t a money-making proposition. There can only be one ‘Wicked’ a decade really but we have a lot of Wall St. fat cats who are money-laundering on Broadway and when they don’t get the reviews they want, they shut the play down. They’re not showmen so they don’t know how to run it or how to bring an audience in. You have to have the ingenuity to get beyond the reviews if they’re bad. In the old days they would never let a critic tell them their show was a flop. They would find a way to outwit them.

Patti LuPone on BBC Radio 2

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Januz Miralles | On Tumblr.

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Some people don’t like to be surprised. Particularly in musicals. They want what they expect. Many of them want what they expected before they go into even the first act…To me, the theatre is…about surprise. There are a lot of things in the second act that people—some people—don’t want to think about, particularly in a musical, because a musical still means to many people something frivolous that’s either pretty or spectacular. But whatever it is, it isn’t nagging. It isn’t something ambiguous. It’s got to be one color. I don’t think that way.

Stephen Sondheim commenting on the often-criticized second act of Into the Woods (via henriklemon)

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Some people don’t like to be surprised. Particularly in musicals. They want what they expect. Many of them want what they expected before they go into even the first act…To me, the theatre is…about surprise. There are a lot of things in the second act that people—some people—don’t want to think about, particularly in a musical, because a musical still means to many people something frivolous that’s either pretty or spectacular. But whatever it is, it isn’t nagging. It isn’t something ambiguous. It’s got to be one color. I don’t think that way.

Stephen Sondheim commenting on the often-criticized second act of Into the Woods (via henriklemon)

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Losing you is most difficult for me, but the nature of my love for you is what matters. If it distorts into half-truth, then perhaps it is better not to love you. I must keep my mind but loose you.

Haruki Murakami (via winterkristall)

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Hearts by Chic & Artistic

This music video is a human time lapse.  The promo was shot in 24 hours non stop using time lapse techniques to capture this roof top in Paris for a full day.  1 frame every 16 seconds, from 11am till 11am. 5395 images, 0 rest, 67 cans of Redbull, 98 coffees, 103 insults, 32 sunburns…