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because Instagram won’t let me upload the video I took: super stoked that my friends make art and share it. thanks for the laughs, smiles, and tunes. oh, and the hokey pokey! #softbuddy #sumptuary  (at Mint Gallery)
Apr 22, 2014

because Instagram won’t let me upload the video I took: super stoked that my friends make art and share it. thanks for the laughs, smiles, and tunes. oh, and the hokey pokey! #softbuddy #sumptuary (at Mint Gallery)

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xsarahelizabeth:

happy easter
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xsarahelizabeth:

happy easter

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2headedsnake:

Stacey Rees

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louijover:

the memory of distant lives and spirographical realms
Apr 20, 2014 / 40 notes

louijover:

the memory of distant lives and spirographical realms

louijover:

found
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louijover:

found

amexxvphotography:

And another ha
Taken on my digital camera.
Apr 20, 2014 / 164 notes

amexxvphotography:

And another ha

Taken on my digital camera.

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I know it’s over, and it never really began, but in my heart it was so real.
The Smiths  (via unlively)

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Apr 20, 2014 / 146,726 notes

What To Do When Your Boyfriend’s Asshole Best Friend Says, “Hey, Never Trust Anything That Bleeds For Seven Days And Doesn’t Die,
Right?”
OR The Only Poem I’ll Ever Write About Periods.

Don’t excuse him because he’s had
at least three lite beers
and is sweating through his black button down
that his mom or exgirlfriend
probably bought him.
Don’t excuse him because he’s been turned down
by the last six girls he went on dates with
after meeting them on tindr
with a picture that’s seven years old
Don’t excuse him because
he’s usually such a nice guy
because you don’t want to be a bitch
because you don’t want to cause a scene
because when you were seventeen
your sister told you
no one likes an angry feminist

Tell him,
Hey, Asshole:
Let me explain something to you.
Every goddamn motherfucking month since I was eleven,
a part of me
tore itself to shreds
ripped itself apart inside me
and then remade itself.

So yes, I bleed for seven days
and I don’t die
You know what else can do that?
Gods.
Immortal beings.
Things of legend.
Fuck, I can even
create life.

So I say, never trust anything that can’t
bleed for seven days and not die.
You know what that makes it?
Weak
Fallible
Mortal.
So let’s see, hon,
What you’re made of.
If you can bleed for seven days
and not die.

Rip out his jugular with your teeth.
And when he bleeds for seven seconds
and dies,
spit on his corpse and say,
I thought not.

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blastedheath:

Walter Vaes (Belgian, 1882-1958), Still life with red anemones on a green background. Oil on wood, 24.5 x 31 cm.
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blastedheath:

Walter Vaes (Belgian, 1882-1958), Still life with red anemones on a green background. Oil on wood, 24.5 x 31 cm.

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He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.
Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
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There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting. Consider this utterly commonplace situation: a man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically he slows down. Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable
incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in time.

In existential mathematics, that experience takes the form of two basic equations: the degree of slowness is directly proportion to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting.

Milan Kundera, from Slowness (HarperCollins, 1996)

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this is home
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this is home

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