Kallum & Jack by Theo Spencer, 2013

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I found god in myself and i loved her i loved her fiercely.
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*takes gulp of vodka straight from the bottle* my day was fine
Chuyên Tíhn Cûa Biên | Yue Ning by Jumbo Tsui
I demand unconditional love and complete freedom. That is why I am terrible.
Tomaž Šalamun (via holyclitoris)
Mood Indigo (2013)
It has been so long since I have been touched by someone who looks at me as if there is something to see.
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It’s strange how your childhood sort of feels like forever. Then suddenly you’re sixteen and the world becomes an hourglass and you’re watching the sand pile up at the wrong end. And you’re thinking of how when you were just a kid, your heartbeat was like a kick drum at a rock show, and now it’s just a time bomb ticking out.
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Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power*, Audre Lorde /pdf link [x]
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The Soft Touch, Pearls of the Orient for Time Magazine Supplement, Spring 2005, © Wing Shya-La-La-Production.
“Our strategy should be not only to confront empire, but to lay siege to it. To deprive it of oxygen. To shame it. To mock it. With our art, our music, our literature, our stubbornness, our joy, our brilliance, our sheer relentlessness—and our ability to tell our own stories. Stories that are different from the ones we’re being brainwashed to believe. The corporate revolution will collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling—their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability. Remember this: We be many and they be few. They need us more than we need them. Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.”
―Arundhati Roy, World Social Forum, Porto Alegre, 2003