[allisonrw96]

“Wild Pear Tree” by Kaveh Akbar from Calling A Wolf A Wolf

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“Do yourself a favor and learn how to walk away. When a connection starts to fade, Learn how to let it go. When a person starts to mistreat you, learn how to move on.. to something and someone better. Don’t waste your energy trying to force something that isn’t meant to be.. Because the truth is.. for every one person who doesn’t value you - there are tons more waiting to love you better. Do better.”

— Reyna Biddy

[ohlalaparis]

onparledemode

[timotaychalamet]

[cerceos-deactivated20160308]

Alexander Harding - Visible Light

[birdasaurus]

[ioegreer]

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“Sometimes I think language should cover its own eyes when it speaks.”

— Norma Jeane Baker of Troy, Anne Carson

[banksalec]

[quoms]

The thing about Those White People Baby Names is the way they so poetically express the tension between individuality and rigid conformity. These parents all want to name their child something unique, because they value the concept of uniqueness, yet simultaneously they abhor it in practice… ergo, 30 different spelling variations on the most normative possible names. This homogeneity-masquerading-as-diversity is inseparable from capitalist consumer culture and in fact is directly analogous to the experience of walking into a grocery store and being asked to “choose” between 50 varieties of toothpaste with the same exact ingredients, 12 brands of laundry detergent, etc.

[itd-be-gay-if-you-didnt]

Somebody’s third eye is WIDE the fuck open??!!!!!!!

[daughterbydesign]

“When you know, you know. And when you don’t know, well, it’s because it’s not there. And you’ll find yourself looking for it in everything they do and in everything they are. The fact that you’re searching for it is your answer.”

— Mark Groves

[nakdfashn]

Via Pinterest

[dobladim]

[tutta-mia]

“My time of the year, November. The month when I re-read books, leaf through papers, gather notes. It’s a kind of hunger for work, for activity, for taking up all the old tasks once again. And that damp organic smell in the morning when I go out — and the warm halos of lamplight in the evening when I return …”

— Mihail Sebastian, For Two Thousand Years (trans. Philip Ó Ceallaigh)

[equatorjournal]

south africa, 1984

[vicariouswaves]

[windwrinkle]