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Winnipeg/Vancouver, 23. grad student/facilitator/planner/mom-in-training.

[weavemama]

CELEBRITY FUTURE TELLING

[timotaychalamet]

Happy Together (1997) dir. Wong Kar Wai

[sixpenceee]

Thick Paint by Justin Gaffrey

[awildchase]

So the world has broken you into tiny pieces and feeling so indiscernible as molecules, but you are now water once again And the drowning You felt then Is now your strength And the walls That contained you Have eroded away By sheer force Of your gentle soul Strengthen by the grace Of gravity.

Jenn Satsune // 20 May, 2016 (via satsune)

[lightheartedsuggestion]

It wasn’t meant to be. You’re not missing out. Your life has different plans for you.

[lordbyronsays]

i am, as the poets say, a mess

[fuckyeahbeatniks-blog]

A woman from the audience asks: ‘Why were there so few women among the Beat writers?’ and [Gregory] Corso, suddenly utterly serious, leans forward and says: “There were women, they were there, I knew them, their families put them in institutions, they were given electric shock. In the ’50s if you were male you could be a rebel, but if you were female your families had you locked up.

Stephen Scobie, on the Naropa Institute’s 1994 tribute to Allen Ginsberg  (via thisisendless)

[psych-facts]

No matter how your day is going, you are growing. Repeat to yourself, ‘I am growing. I am learning. I am being. I am. That is enough.

Unknown (via psych-facts)

[womenforjustice-ourrevolution]

🏥

[ratio-ratio]

Where’s the lie?

[kushandwizdom]

87

[psych-facts]

do not make homes out of people. this will leave you homesick and sad, missing arms that cannot hold roofs, hearts with shaky foundations.

Home (Michelle K)

[bise-et-bisou]

Me:*does badly on something im supposed to be good at*

Me: Well i guess this is the end, im not good at anything anymore, i need to rethink my whole life and also die

[wakeup-and-learnsomething]

[aunti-christ-ine]

”But, but, how will he PAY for it all?!”

Mmkay, Bernie deniers, here ya go.

Simple as that.     *drops mic*

[cartoonpolitics]

[blythebaird]

ANXIETY BUILDS A LOVELY HOME FOR ME after “7 layers of hell” by Sierra DeMulder In this room, every mistake I have ever made meets up at my favorite coffee house. Casually sipping iced lattes, they bicker over what is the most annoying thing about me. They conclude there are too many to pick just one. In this room, I open voicemails from my kindest friends confirming my suspicions that they all actually hate me. In this room, the multicolored pills jumble in my mouth like a ball pit at a children’s birthday party. In this room, I am finally genuinely proud of myself and my parents are still not proud of me. In this room, everyone who has ever loved me finds an understandable reason to leave. In this room, my mother doesn’t answer when I ask her if she regrets me. I am the opposite of forgiveness. I am all rage and shriek and flame. In this room, my trauma is made into an art museum. The most popular exhibit showcases the portraits of every man who has ever raped me, snarling. In this room, the smell of his sweat on my pillowcase follows me to sociology and the whole class can tell most days, I am more victim than I am survivor. In this room, I try to write a poem about anything other than my sexual assault but all that comes out is my throat and his hands.

ANXIETY BUILDS A LOVELY HOME FOR ME, by Blythe Baird.

This poem is written after a beautiful poem called “7 layers of hell” by my mentor/big sister/love, @sierrademulder. Watch her original poem here or read it here! xo

(via blythebrooklyn)