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People today think being a hermit is a very unhealthy thing to do. Very antisocial, doesn’t contribute anything to everybody else - because everybody else is busy contributing like blazes, and a few people have to run off and get out of the way. But I’ll tell you what hermits realize. If you go off into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you’ll come to understand that you’re connected with everything. That every little insect that comes buzzing around you is a messenger, and that little insect is connected with human beings everywhere else. You can hear. You become incredibly sensitive in your ears and you hear far-off sounds. And just by the very nature of isolating yourself and becoming quiet, you become intensely aware of your relationship with everything else that’s going on.

Alan Watts (via wordsnquotes)

chillpotle

please reblog if you've ever been the victim of catcalling or street harassment

this is for a school project on gender inequality, and I want to show how widespread street harassment really is.

virgules

butterflyballerinaprincess

Alex Turner’s love letter to Alexa Chung: "My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn’t stopped thinking about you since well before any kiss."

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1000drawings

woooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOoOoOOoooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOwwwwwww

#seriously #fuck you

blossomfully

"I miss you. I do." She whispered over the phone. "But if I spend all of my time waiting for you, whole seasons will pass without me noticing, and you may be beautiful, but you will never be more beautiful than the first snowflakes of winter or the summer light cascading through the windows." "I could wait for an eternity if only I knew you were coming," she said, "But time is precious, and darling you are not worth the spring blossoms. You are not worth the autumn leaves."

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #39 (via blossomfully)

inksplatteredpages

I. You burned with life and charisma, setting off sparks wherever you went. Your smile could burn into even water, I swear to god it could. II. Like a moth to a light, I was drawn to you. There was something about you that made every single inch of me want you, no matter what my mind was saying otherwise. III. Playing with fire is a very dangerous game. Your kisses singed into my skin and imprinted the shape of your smile across my soul, and the scars don’t go away. IV. You wrapped me in your arms and set me on fire. Even though I was aware I was burning, my heart didn’t care. I burst into flames and neither of us did a thing about it. V. You left, and I turned into ashes. You destroyed me, and I let you.

Flame // -STG (inksplatteredpages)

floozys-deactivated20180908

a thrilling story of hope, heartache and success

I still remember laying awake in your bed as a light rain welcomed dawn. I remember drinking in your scent but being careful not to wake you as I tossed and turned, unable to distract myself from your scent and the rhythm of your breathing long enough to fall asleep. I remember knowing at that moment that my feelings were not reciprocated, but relishing the love I felt regardless of that because it felt so good to love you. It felt so good to let my love free. I remember laying in your bed next to you praying for you to touch me. In any way. I just wanted to feel you. I remember being in an odd state of consciousness when you accidentally elbowed me in the face one night. In my state I could not move or open my eyes, but I felt and heard everything that happened…your “oh! Sorry!” and then your soft laugh once you realized I was asleep… and your touch as you gently caressed my face. You did this for a long while. I remember feeling loved. You’d have never done that when I was awake. I felt you looking at me for a long time as you did this before you turned around and fell back asleep. I basked in the feeling. I basked in the memory. I knew you felt something. This was my proof. But I could never use it. I want to forget. I want so badly to forget. I loved you. I loved you. I loved you.

Unknown

factsnfunnypics

We’re adults and we get to decide what that means: The Home Depot Edition

olivedunham

have you considered that maybe i am not pleasant? maybe i wear lipstick so that you will see my pretty pink mouth wrapping around a coffee cup lid and be distracted enough not to notice that i am intelligent and powerful; a threat. maybe i draw my brows into high arches so you will look at my unimpressed skepticism and overlook my spiteful glare as a trick of my silly, girlish routine. maybe i wear my heels so high and thin so that i grasp your attention with the sway of my hips as i listen to the click-clack-click against the floor and know that if you should try to overpower me i walk on sharpened knives. maybe when i laugh at your worthless jokes i am really baring my fangs waiting patiently for the day that i sink them into your neck. i am not made of porcelain pleasantries; you will find that these things are my armor to keep you at a distance so you do not step on me and shatter my fragile control. i am not a husk — i am not wilting. i am turning my head so that the fire blazing through my eyes does not catch on the accelerant of your sweaty palms and burn your bones to dust. i am not your pretty girl; i am a fury, a faerie, a phoenix — a forest of werewolves and wendigos that will carve out your chest so that the next time i paint my pretty pink lips i will taste the copper tang of your dying breaths.

R.K., I Am The Wolf Only Barely Contained (via clawsfight)