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Sade Olutola
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Game Changer & Make Some Noise
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Interview Vampire Daily

tannertan36
YOU ARE THE REASON
Cosmic Funnies
Monterey Bay Aquarium
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
sheepfilms
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Misplaced Lens Cap
occasionally subtle
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@thesleeplesshours
— josé olivarez // natalie diaz
I got a couple of movies from Netflix and they had these cool Halloween-themed mailers. Maybe I’m easily amused, but they’re kind of nifty!
a new trend
“Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”
— Kurt Vonnegut (via lazypacific)
leaving out a very vital part of the quote
“How easy it is to die for love. How much harder to live for it. To fight for it.“
using her acceptance speech to highlight the la protests, gaza & trans rights that’s MY swamp princess
Seraphim Lily | untitled diary entry from Antimimon Pneuma, 1922
Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, "Extracting the Stone of Madness", Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972
Catherynne M. Valente, from The Bread We Eat in Dreams; "The Red Girl," published in 2013
If only you hadn’t nailed yourself to the altar.
Source: @strawberryfieldoflove on insta
Hold me close, close enough that my chest phases into yours
Look into my eyes, deep enough to pierce my soul
Love me, enough to be the death of me
Virginia Woolf, from her novel titled "The Waves," originally published in 1931
this hit me like a truck