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Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989) dir. Hayao Miyazaki

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Poets are the painters of human experience, capturing the colors of their heart in verse.

— agelesslibrary

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well dressed

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full of love and soft like honey

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Beach Boys - Wouldn’t It Be Nice From Another Room

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I can’t listen to this without crying

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I’m going to reblog this at least twice a day increasing in frequency until it’s the only content on my blog…… nothing else matters…… at all……..

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“IN MEMORY OF THE COURAGEOUS WOMEN WHO DIED FROM ILLEGAL UNSAFE ABORTIONS BECAUSE THEY HAD NO CHOICE,” Washington, D.C., 1989. Photo © Dona Ann McAdams

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keanu reeves on stephen colbert (5/10/19)

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For context, Keanu lost his friend River Phoenix in 93, his baby in 2000 and the grief ended his relationship, his ex died a year later in a car crash and his sister has been battling leukemia half her life. Colbert lost two brothers in a plane crash. This wasn’t a joke about immortality by Colbert, he knows better.

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let me relax……………will comment later…………………..

inkskinned

the thing about being a young woman is that they will take everything from you. and i mean everything. and they will make it about them. your makeup, your clothes, how much you eat. your attitude, your hairstyle, your gym routine. they will take your driving and your train stations and your video games. your sexuality as sexy, your gender identity as a fetish, your cooking. your tv shows and your high heels and every harmless thing.

if they cannot eat it, if it does not satisfy them, it will be an immediate shame. they cannot control how much you put food into your body, so it is seen as disgusting. your love of starbucks is your vapid need, your comfortable boots are symbols of your inherent stupidity. your fake nails, your body’s natural cycles, the hair on you. bath bombs, pink, the low singing of women talking about depression. your crazy, your hyper, your laughter, your loud, your excited, your passions. the things which are yours, that do not belong to them, that cannot be taken and devoured like flower petals, cannot be sucked dry until the wilt forms in you.

do not satisfy them. let them starve. let them shy from the sin of you, the unfettered sinfulness of loving taking up space.