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I'M HAVING A PUBLIC MELTDOWN GTOP PAINTING GTOP PAINTING GTOP PAINTING ASDFGHJKL I LOVE MY BOYS SO MUCH MY HEART IS FULL LOOK AT THEEEEEM

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“…𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙞𝙛 𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙮, “𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚”, 𝙞 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮"…

                                                                                            -Kwon Jiyong, 2019 

[lohver]

important!

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i think its very sexy how millennials are very anti-ad. like. ads were invented to encourage us to buy stuff. but me and all my friends? if we see an ad for something it fills us with rage. a pure hatred. if you interrupt my twitch stream or my stupid TV show for you stupid product i will hate you product for the end of time. i will spit on it whenever i see it. your ad doesn’t work on me. it doesn’t make me want to buy your shitty thing. it makes me want to piss on your shitty thing. fuck you ad companies. 

[just-a-girl-in-this-world]

❤

[bangtan]

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[chibird]

Some people can be having a hard time even if they stay cheery and upbeat! We all express our emotions in different ways, and it’s important to be there for everyone. 🌸

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[hplyrikz]

Clear your mind here

[luthienne]

“I’m so miserable…I don’t know how to talk, and I’ve got to. I’ve got to talk to somebody. I can’t live this way.”

— Djuna Barnes, from Selected Works; “Nightwood”

[weltenwellen]

I really wondered why people were always doing what they didn’t like doing. It seemed like life was a sort of narrowing tunnel. Right when you were born, the tunnel was huge. You could be anything. Then, like, the absolute second after you were born, the tunnel narrowed down to about half that size. You were a boy, and already it was certain you wouldn’t be a mother and it was likely you wouldn’t become a manicurist or a kindergarten teacher. Then you started to grow up and everything you did closed the tunnel in some more. You broke your arm climbing a tree and you ruled out being a baseball pitcher. You failed every math test you ever took and you canceled any hope of being a scientist. Like that. On and on through the years until you were stuck. You’d become a baker or a librarian or a bartender. Or an accountant. And there you were. I figured that on the day you died, the tunnel would be so narrow, you’d have squeezed yourself in with so many choices, that you just got squashed.

Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home (via weltenwellen)

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[hplyrikz]

Clear your mind here

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