I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.

- Epiphany (via woahsara)
…Writers remember everything…especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he’ll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones you get novels. A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer, but the only real requirement is the ability to remember the story of every scar.
Art consists of the persistence of memory.

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Stephen King, Misery (via wordsnquotes)

Yes

(via itsonlyyforever)

Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded, sun-drenched Polaroid; your days are not an editorial from Lula. Your life is not a Sofia Coppola movie, or a Chuck Palahniuk novel, or a Charles Bukowski poem. Grace Coddington isn’t your creative director. Bon Iver and Joy Division don’t play softly in the background at appropriate moments. Your hysterical teenage diary isn’t a work of art. Your room probably isn’t Selby material. Your life isn’t a Tumblr screencap. Every word that comes out of your mouth will not be beautiful and poignant, infinitely quotable. Your pain will not be pretty. Crying till you vomit is always shit. You cannot romanticize hurt. Or sadness. Or loneliness. You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days. The train being late won’t lead to any fateful encounters, it will make you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far too often, everything will suck - and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way. And there is no divine consolation - only the knowledge that we will hopefully experience the full spectrum - and that sometimes, just sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film.

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Letters From Nowhere   (via excrutiate)

read it then read it then read it. this hit me

(via c-igharettes)

I don’t have eyes. Christian is too cute. #ourboy #cuddles

I don’t have eyes. Christian is too cute. #ourboy #cuddles

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This is how we entertain ourselves on the afternoon drive to Aunty Neeny’s house. #beyonce #singing #familytime #familymoments #lesbianfamily #lesbianmums #lgbtfamily #wearesilly #ourson #ourfamily

I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.

- Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps (via wordsnquotes)
Do you know what I need? To escape into the mountains, surrounded by tall trees, I will lay on the moss, and breath in the scent of mushrooms, flowers and wet soil.

- Le’echappee, LD  (via littlebabybug)
mamaadweyaashkaa:

mangomamita:


Corsican vendetta knife with floral detail

che la mia ferita sia mortale"may my wound be deadly"

holy shit

mamaadweyaashkaa:

mangomamita:

Corsican vendetta knife with floral detail

che la mia ferita sia mortale
"may my wound be deadly"

holy shit

observable:

sadgee:


Alexa Chung by David Titlow

Everything about this is sexiness

i love this photo

observable:

sadgee:

Alexa Chung by David Titlow

Everything about this is sexiness

i love this photo

gimmeallyoresidualz:

socialnetworkhell:

"Consensual sex" is just sex. To say that implies that there is such a thing as "non consensual sex", which there isn’t. That’s rape. That is what it needs to be called. There is only sex or rape. Do not teach people that rape is just another type of sex. They are two very separate events. You wouldn’t say "breathing swimming" and "non breathing swimming", you say swimming and drowning.

great point

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