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Someone buy my nudes lol

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Healed work done with homemade machine and guitar string / Trabalho cicatrizado feito com máquina caseira e corda de guitarra. Tattoo artist: Fillipe Pacheco

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Matching sunsets. Tattoo artist: Patryk Hilton

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tanned, inked, vans @richywho

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The Basketball Diaries (1995) dir. Scott Kalvert

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But being smart was overrated. Being stupid and brave and curious? Now that’s something stories are made of.

Traci Chee, The Reader (Sea of Ink and Gold #1), p.82 (via zhugeliangs)

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[…] she holds nothing                         but a tremor in her hands, finger pressed to her lips like she’s              forgotten something and can’t                          decide if she wants to go back.

Cheryl Dumesnil, from “Still Life, Ocean Beach”, Showtime at the Ministry of Lost Causes. (via zhugeliangs)

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Add me!

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“We can’t choose where we come from but we can choose where we go from there. I know it’s not all the answers but it was enough to start putting these pieces together.”

The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012) dir. Stephen Chbosky

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“I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.”

Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via naturaekos)

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If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me…And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me.

Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via thelovejournals)

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I was so sentimental about you I’d break any one’s heart for you. My, I was a damned fool. I broke my own heart, too. It’s broken and gone. Everything I believe in and everything I cared about I left for you because you were so wonderful and you loved me so much that love was all that mattered. Love was the greatest thing, wasn’t it?

Ernest Hemingway, To Have And Have Not (via thequotejournals)

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In America, we learn that Hitler and the Nazis committed the Holocaust; in Germany, German children learn that they all participated in it, because the Germans came to believe that acknowledging their collective culpability as individuals was the only way to prevent it from ever happening again. Americans, meanwhile, continue to debate whether the Civil War was fought to preserve the institution of slavery, as stated by actual Confederates at the time, or to settle a far more abstract and nebulous quarrel over the less morally indefensible concept of “states rights.” History isn’t always written by the victors, especially if there’s a version that makes everyone feel a little less guilty.

A People’s History of the Third Reich - The Baffler (via brutereason)