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IF YOU WANNA BE MY LOVER

are u sure? like are u really sure? have u seen me? u did not think this through

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Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it’s a big part, and sometimes it isn’t, but either way, it’s a part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you’re alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another.

Jim Butcher, White Night (via wnq-anonymous)

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One day a carton of milk will have the same expiration date I do.

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Rather than fighting for every woman’s right to feel beautiful, I would like to see the return of a kind of feminism that tells women and girls everywhere that maybe it’s all right not to be pretty and perfectly well behaved. That maybe women who are plain, or large, or old, or differently abled, or who simply don’t give a damn what they look like because they’re too busy saving the world or rearranging their sock drawer, have as much right to take up space as anyone else. I think if we want to take care of the next generation of girls we should reassure them that power, strength and character are more important than beauty and always will be, and that even if they aren’t thin and pretty, they are still worthy of respect. That feeling is the birthright of men everywhere. It’s about time we claimed it for ourselves.

Laurie Penny, “I don’t want to be told I’m pretty as I am - I want to live in a world where that’s irrelevant”, New Statesman, 11th of May 2013

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Side work to give my brain a break.

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Hiroshima Mon Amour (1959) dir. Alain Resnais 

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I forgot I was a writer until someone reminded me. I forgot that I used to have these words tattooing the inside of my skin forever raw and stinging aching for a way out. I talk to you now, instead, but I’ve always been more of a listener. Sometimes I’m not sure if you created these words in me or if they created you.

When someone asks what I’m working on - Meghan Lynn (via paperflowerspress)

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1970′s punks of London

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I only believe in fire. Life. Fire. Being myself on fire I set others on fire. Never death. Fire and life. Les Jeux.

The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol 7 (via wbabybaby, anaisnin-blog) (via romanceangel) (via aminaabramovic) (via arudetrans)

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Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before we ask someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.

Miranda July, The First Bad Man (via larmoyante)