tomato sauce

maria. vancouver, bc

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[sandandglass]

[suicidewatch]

Visit Original Link

The Replacements “Can’t Hardly Wait” (acoustic outtake)

[anneyhall]

John Baldessari: I Will Not Make Any More Boring Art, 1971.

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Adie Delaney on swinging trapeze

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[emmadmiller-blog]

You are not a terrible person for wanting to break up with someone you love. You don’t need a reason to leave. Wanting to leave is enough. Leaving doesn’t mean you’re incapable of real love or that you’ll never love anyone else again. It doesn’t mean you’re morally bankrupt or psychologically demented or a nymphomaniac. It means you wish to change the terms of one particular relationship. That’s all. Be brave enough to break your own heart.

Dear Sugar (via emmadmiller)

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I like my coffee how I like myself: Dark, bitter, and too hot for you.

(via luckisforsuckerss)

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[sniclefritz]

oooh! a gif!

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Me, Photo by Cheena

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wed (by marilio)

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sarah moon

[jennilee]

The first walk on the ice (Первая прогулка на льду) (by MsArvensis)

[thehystericalsociety]

Legs - c. 1920s - 40s - (Via I & II)

[captainmarvel]

Thanks. It has pockets!

every girl ever responding to a compliment on a skirt/dress that has pockets (via spookypuke)

[sniclefritz]

“I have always been tormented by the image of multiplicity of selves. Some days I call it richness, and other days I see it as a disease, a proliferation as dangerous as cancer. My first concept about people around me was that all of them were coordinated into a WHOLE, whereas I was made up of multiple selves, of fragments. I know that I was upset as a child to discover that we had only one life. It seems to me that I wanted to compensate for this by multiplying experience. Or perhaps it always seems like this when you follow all your impulses and they take you in different directions. In any case, when I was happy, always at the beginning of a love, euphoric, I felt I was gifted for living many lives fully. It was only when I was in trouble, lost in a maze, stifled by complications and paradoxes that I was haunted or that I spoke of my "madness," but I meant the madness of the poets.”

Anais Nin

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helena almeida