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LA is a bubble, one large iridescent bubble.. soap and ocean water. floating. at least it lets the planes out. & only the ears pop, never the bubble. after you leave a while you’ll miss it. although, you can really miss the worst things.. a cigarette, a doomed bus. easy tiger, i hold a deep affection for los angeles and it’s oppressive sunshine. moms is moving here this summer, my kid brother’s going to middle school. middle school. fuck, i’m getting old.. in los angeles.

local-lesbian-tree-demon

they should invent a body that feels normal to be inside of

woodwool

severely deficient in whatever vitamin makes u a person

kosmogrl

achillesinhighheels

allsadnshit

Sometimes you really gotta decide for yourself it's the last time the universe gonna teach you that same lesson

caliro

…….thinking about this………..always thinking about this…..

pollen

Mary Oliver, from "Starlings in Winter"

firstfullmoon

Oliver Baez Bendorf, “Everything All at Once”

kosmogrl

you can begin again and again and again for the rest of your life

wetheurban

It’s me and whatever song is holding me together against the world.

frankocean

“And people are often unable to do anything, imprisoned as they are in I don’t know what kind of terrible, terrible, oh such terrible cage. […] Do you know what makes the prison disappear? Every deep, genuine affection. Being friends, being brothers, loving, that is what opens the prison, with supreme power, by some magic force. Without these one stays dead. But whenever affection is revived, there life revives.”

— Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother Theo (July 1880)

frankocean

Intuitively speaking, atheism feels ridiculous.

so does religion. how about, ‘I don’t know.’

frankocean

avoid surveillance. eject the drive.

reformat them and burn them. employ your memory again. hahaha. yea right. fuuck, the age we’re in. if i were a young man in the 70’s i probably would’ve worn bellbottoms too..odds are there’d only be a few personal accounts or a sun burned photo to prove it. to the young human in these times..mind your silhouettes. them shit’s will be high def than a bitch when you’re reminiscing in the future. you couldn’t get off the grid if you tried.