KALIFORNIA KALM

[charl0ttan]

how do people who dont listen to music reminisce on the past until they want to kill themselves

[theincorrectbookquotes]

I’m calling ALL of you out

[sadgaywerewolf]

What the fuck. Ferguson isn’t a debate. There are not two sides to this. The police are literally attacking unarmed civilians. A police officer shot an unarmed kid. What the fuck how can you possibly excuse any if this.

[lostinurbanism]

“Murdered By Police” via KalanJones (Chicago)

[starhlord]

Some tweets about #NMOS14 and people all over standing in solidarity with #Ferguson

[honeyrococo]

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

[ID: excerpt from “Alcestis,” a poem by Kate Daniels 

I smoothed the feathers of my heart afraid to grow frail and hysterical. I wanted the company of cold people who would never touch me.’]

[neoncitybaby-deactivated2020041]

[gahdamnpunk]

ALL 👏🏾 OF 👏🏾 THEM 👏🏾

[knitmeapony]

This post goes harder than any post has ever gone before.

[wellyfullofale]

I think next thursday is gonna be the best day of my entire life tbh

[thequeenofsunflowers-deactivate]

reblog for next thursday to be the best day of your life

[sstudyblr]

not risking it

[sixpenceee]

Comic based on a qoute by Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862) was an American writer, poet, philosopher and one of the leading figures of the transcendentalism movement. Besides writing Civil Disobedience, which inspired such revolutionaries as Gandhi and Martin Luther King Jnr, Thoreau is most well-known for his book Walden, in which he recounts the two years he lived in a small cabin in the woods near Walden Pond in Concord, Massachusetts. Thoreau used the time to immerse himself in his writing and to live a more simple and self-sufficient life. (Source)

[coloredlittlefella]

So true

[lowkeylioness]

[1uvs]

[thatdiva]

[kadywicker]

saw a post saying “dont beg men to love you” and thats absolutely true but i have an addition i dont want to add to the post and Derail. but dont beg ANYONE to love you. im serious. not just romantically. not parents, friends, family, and especially not significant others. if you find yourself having to beg for scraps of love its time to pack it up and move on. 

[prsephonies-deactivated20200815]

when i was a teenager it felt very revolutionary to be cruel to myself. like some kind of slow passive protest against how much everything hurt. i starved myself of sleep and food and tenderness because it felt right. it felt sharp and angry and radical and i wanted to be those things. adulthood is the realisation that the world is already working to cut into you well before you learn how to do it yourself. caring for yourself and others is the real protest

[vilicity]

“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly.”

— A Self-Portrait in Letters, Anne Sexton