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haha his face kills me
From Rudy Franciscoās book, HELIUM.
guys you werenāt ugly 10 years ago you were just literal children
everyone in the notes asserting that children can be ugly, i know u think youāre being cute but youāre really not. like what the fuck is wrong with you? itās nothing short of heinous to assign (often sexualized, always bigoted) standards of beauty to fucking kids, especially young girls, who should be focused on literally growing up. iām not laughing
āGoddammit, I miss believing in everything. Who wants a universe where things are what they are?ā
ā Andrea Gibson, āBaby Teeth in a Landfillā (via buttonpoetry)
āToday, the average high school student has the same anxiety levels as the average 1950s psychiatric patient.ā
ā Blythe Baird, fromĀ If My Body Could SpeakĀ
This fucked me up
found in a menās washroom at Western University in London, Ontario
Pooh stop running from your fucking problems
95 hours per week
A fucking queen
These are the people that conservatives and classists say donāt deserve to earn more than a minimum hourly wage.
Jesus
I see her every morning at Zarroās bakery in Grand Central, she is the nicest lady ever.
this deserves so much more notes
Quitting doesnāt mean failing.
Sometimes itās having the courage to do what you really want.
It may be a end but itās also a beginning.
āAnd the lie is that I survived because parts of me didnāt. So take all the sorrow you can carry, like my motherās cabinets of Slim Fast and Little Debbies and the weight we would never lose, how we stood in front of mirrors and men hoping one would change our minds and neither did. Look, here, in her letters and their cursive of longing: Baby, survive this.ā
ā Ruth Awad,Ā āEverything will hurt for a while,ā published in The Shallow Ends