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free the nipple by peytonfulford
This may be a sad chapter but you are not a sad story
-a follower told me this, thank you. (May 4th)
I stopped looking for the light. Decided to become it instead.
Francheska (via cactuslungs)
lies i’ve told myself
To be able to say: I loved this person, we had a hell of a nice time together, it’s over but in a way it will never be over and I do know that I for sure loved this person, to be able to say that and mean it, that’s rare, señor. That’s rare and valuable.
Ernest Hemingway, from The Complete Short Stories (via finegoodsfinefolk)
Julia Tsao
This project is looking at tiny synthetic friends, or the tenderness that inanimate objects can show us
my girl gabi killing it as always
why do writers make a woman being infertile out to be the most tragic and horrific thing ever??? like adoption exists???? surrogates??? do they think mothers who adopt their children aren’t “real” mothers??? not all women want children anyhow???? a woman’s??? worth??? is not??? defined by??? her ability??? to??? bear??? children???
Hm.
Jessica Lange in Frances, 1982
“I feel like I’m on autopilot every day. I go to work, go home, listen to some music, smoke my blunt, and go to sleep. And that’s a scary place to be. Cause I’ve got dreams.”