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@sperarebiagini
Finally, in a low whisper, he said, ‘I think I might be a terrible person.’ For a split second I believed him - I thought he was about to confess a crime, maybe a murder. Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.
Miranda July, The First Bad Man (via wordsnquotes)
If you see this image while scrolling it means you have seen the Joe Biden of enjoying ice cream and money.
Reblog for money, happiness, and ice cream.
My temporary gig ended today so. Needed.
Okay, but that’s just a hilarious picture.
she’s gone from you. when you tasted her fingertips it was a night so full of each other that you slid hands too hot over her body, felt her moan under you. she gasped when you choked her and it turned your whole body into lava. there was something crawling under your skin then, a wicked feeling like if you kissed her you could bring about the apocalypse. you wait too long. the parts of you that get scared got too strong.
and now she’s gone.
my aesthetic: sending risky texts and constantly being on the brink of tears and having a heart attack every time my phone buzzes.
I’m not always in the mood to be loved but when I am it’s dramatic and gross
And I learned ‘You deserve better’ was sometimes no more than a synonym for ‘I don’t want to hurt you, and I want you to be happy, but I don’t love you anymore.
Beau Taplin, You Deserve Better (via thelovejournals)
I have not been so unhappy as I am today for a long time, and I wanted so much to talk about it.
Anna Akhmatova, from a letter to Marina Tsvetaeva featured in Anna of All the Russias: A Life of Anna Akhmatova (via violentwavesofemotion)
huge film rec list
films about teenagers and coming of age: ghost world, a bronx tale, the breakfast club, girl interrupted, perks of being a wallflower, blue is the warmest color, rushmore, the last picture show, the virgin suicides, submarine, stand by me.
films about running away from home to find yourself: frances ha, spirited away, moonrise kingdom, 127 hours.
films about transgression, nihilism, and altering reality: fight club, american psycho, donnie darko, naked, the matrix, the piano teacher, martyrs.
films about finding your passion: kiki’s delivery service, american beauty, reality bites, school of rock, harold and maude.
films about drugs and existentialism: requiem for a dream, enter the void, trainspotting, spun, fear and loathing in las vegas, the trip, christiane f.
films about deconstructing the manic pixie dream girl trope: scott pilgrim vs. the world, amelie, fucking amal, paper towns, shame, annie hall., 500 days of summer.
films about punk rock: sid and nancy, we are the best!, jubilee, rock n roll high school, suburbia, the runaways, rocky horror picture show, ladies and gentlemen the fabulous stains.
films about lesbians: fucking amal, bound, saving face, blue is the warmest color, heavenly creatures, the kids are all right, high art
films about unconventional love: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, adventureland, silver linings playbook, amelie, lars and the real girl, when harry met sally, lost in translation.
films about art & artists: the antics roadshow, ai weiwei: never sorry, fame high, just like being there, woodmans, who the fuck Is jackson pollock, jean-michel basquiat: the radiant child, my kid could paint that, mona lisa smile
films about girl best friends: thelma & louise, spring breakers, thirteen, pitch perfect, dreamgirls, mystic pizza, the last days of disco, frances ha
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I’ve been trying to write about recovery, and happiness, and everything that is possible. But then I keep remembering that is it is possible to be hit by six car is succession, and it is possible to walk a little too close to the edge and make it look like an accident. It is also possible that he actually really fucking hates me, or I mean nothing to him, or that I am actually just overthinking every fucking thing in my life. It is all too possible to take my last breath and never finish this. On those days, I I have to force myself to remember that no matter what is possible, the sun will always rise, tomorrow will always come.
possibilities by (DS)
I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.
Uma Thurman (via thelovejournals)
Lets talk about how hard it is to open up to someone about being sad for no reason. Lets talk about how hard it is to explain to your friends and family that you have this heavy feeling in your chest for no reason. Lets talk about how hard it is to understand why you’re having a panic attack while just taking a walk back home. Lets talk about how hard it is to understand your own self and how scary it is to feel like the whole world is falling on your shoulders and you have no idea why .
I had to post this whole thread because this is the definition of a wholesome post. 😭😂💕🔑
This is beyond cute and innocent. I love it 😭
My guy 💪
This is so cute I love it
How do you know if someone really loves you? If they are scared to lose you like you them. How can you be sure that they will love you in the unexplainable ways you love them?
if they want to be near you, if they laugh at your jokes, if you feel the sunshine of their eyes from across the room. it’s intangible and intrinsic. i’m not sure how else to explain it.
sometimes I’m just so uncomfortable in my body, not like I want to change my appearance or am unhappy with how I look, like literally I just don’t want to be in here anymore.