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[bodywithoutorgans]

The moment you first encounter a particular book is the right time to read it. To avoid missing that moment, I recommend that you keep your collection small.

Marie Kondo (The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up)

[serpentblossom]

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Girls like girls like boys do, nothing new I’ve been crossing all the lines, all the lines Kissed your girls and made you cry, boys

this song is grammyworthy bye

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i need the exact amount of slight pressure to do something if it’s not enough i won’t do it and if it’s too much i won’t do it

[tattrx]

Dr. Woo | Los Angeles

[incalescentheart]

[scissorspider]

i was about to joke about how my political stance is “end lawnmower culture” but then it occurred to me that i actually Am against lawns as suburban status symbols and wastes of land that Could be used to sustain native flora & fauna and grow food for people, but no, instead they are these huge useless swaths of land that need Constant maintenance, the process of which is not only destructive, but Incredibly Loud

[marinersubmariner]

[sacredcreatrix]

“Do not look for a sanctuary in anyone except yourself.”

Siddhārtha Gautama (via sacredcreatrix)

[myrosecolouredgirl]

All I do is drink coffee and say bad words

[okaywork-deactivated20141118]

when you spell restaurant right on the first try

[aquaplanage]

imagine être anglophone et se féliciter d’accomplissements médiocres

[amandomivida]

Omfg

[hkjhgjklhkjl]

i made an aesthetic generator now you can discover urself

[gyllxenhaal]

Whiplash (2014) Dir. Damien Chazelle

[romanoff]

“Amy’s “Cool Girl” monologue makes explicit the film’s central critique of contemporary identity. We allow ourselves to appear shallow on the surface because other people like us that way. More importantly, we do it because we have our safe refuge on the inside where we can say to ourselves, “that’s not the real me.” We “endure” subjugating our own desires to the desires of others because we believe in this refuge, but the reality is that we’re allowing our identities to be determined by someone else’s desire. There’s a fine line between compromise and self-effacement, and Amy’s critique of modern society is that we allow ourselves to be erased and replaced with someone—something—else. We are exactly what we pretend to be. The distinction between external appearances and internal reality exists so that we can maintain the illusion of being what we want to be while still enjoying our easy, comfortable lifestyles. Amy’s argument is that instead we should appear to be the best version of ourselves, because being our best—showing our best on the surface—erases the gap between internal and external identity. Amy kills the version of herself she created to please others and becomes the film’s paragon of self-realization. She throws away the Cool Girl and becomes the Gone Girl.” (source)

[des-abeilles]

favorite art movements -> Post-Impressionism

[intangled]

I will come into your life like a warm summer and creep into your bones like a winter chill.

they say I’ll only stay for the season. (via aueful)

[outsidersmark]

pacific northwestern gothic:

you drive an eco-friendly car and you recycle, but you leave the lights on all night, just in case. 

you find yourself lost in an endless sea of coffee shops, unable to tell corners apart, trapped in a tightly woven web of independently owned shops next to smaller chains, kiosks in every open place they can be wedged. you lose time, lose sleep, and in your delirium, you fill another bunch card, redeem your free latte, and continue your fruitless search for a way out.

there’s a new starbucks down the street. there’s always a new starbucks down the street. 

no one’s ever heard of your favourite band, because they don’t exist. you could’ve sworn they did, you had all their records - real records, on vinyl, you’re a collector - just last week, but they’re gone now. you try telling a friend to look them up, but you find yourself unable to remember their name. 

on sunny days, you feel ill at ease. some things should not be seen in such clear light. your eyes are not adjusted to such brightness.

children on a field trip watch the salmon run, their flesh deteriorating from their living bodies as they beat themselves against rocks in a macabre last battle upstream to lay their eggs where they first hatched. the children watch for hours in the cold as the fish, some almost as big as they are, fight to reach their spawning grounds before their bodies fail and fall to pieces. on the bus ride home, they laugh as if they had seen nothing. 

your neighbours, your friends, even you, discuss proudly how progressive and open-minded you are, how different this place is from the rest of america - as they decline, we shake our heads, grateful to live in such a liberal utopia. here, things are greener. here, people are kinder. we don’t have dark secrets. you smile, because the state history curriculum doesn’t talk about the laws that stayed on book for far longer than we care to admit. you laugh, blissful in ignorance, or in avoidance, of the fact that we are no better, no brighter, than anywhere else. 

you’re tell yourself you’re a good person, who doesn’t judge on appearances. you applaud yourself for your open-mindedness. there must be another reason you feel so disquieted when someone who looks too different from you gets too close to you in public.

mount st. helens begins to smoke. something stirs at the bottom of crater lake. there’s a wailing sound coming from behind multnomah falls. 

a friend mentions that they’ve been hiking a lot lately, and you say you’d love to get out there more, it’s just hard to find the time. the truth is, you’ll never forget what you saw out there, in that deep part of the woods, at twilight, having long lost the trail. 

there’s a flavour you just can’t place in the newest limited edition holiday ale from your favourite microbrewery. you buy another six pack, and drink until you can’t taste it anymore.

you laugh at the religious, but some part of you wonders if it would be easier to sleep at night, believing something, anything, was looking out for you.

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[ileolai]

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