girl come to me in a dream

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Park that car, drop that phone, Sleep on the floor, dream about me

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All About Love: New Visions

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“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.”

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via kushandwizdom)

Good Vibes HERE

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Frida Kahlo was a Mexican disabled queer communist woman who survived an accident in the 20s, a time when it should have killed her. She was a fire, a catalyst, a hurricane, a phenomenon of a woman who fought with every inch of her self for what she believed in and what she loved and I think she would have rather died in obscurity than be remembered as the kind of pretty woman with a monobrow making a statement on an American apparel shirt.

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Gustav Klimt, Death and Life, 1910

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“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.”

Anne Frank (via kushandwizdom)

Good Vibes HERE

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by Jen Mazza

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Being in love changes everything.

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But I—what am I but an empty shell? Some creature has devoured me unawares. gnawed out my inner self. Did I say I was sad? I lied. Neither sad nor gay is the desert—a boundless waste of sand under a burning waste of sky. Not sad, nor gay, but sinister.

Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit And Three Other Plays (via violentwavesofemotion)

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The distance is so great, the perpetual overcoming of it so tormenting, that one sometimes lets oneself go and for a moment cannot pull oneself together. Then add to this my wretched disposition which knows but three possibilities: to burst forth, collapse, or pine away. And my life consists of a succession of these three possibilities.

Franz Kafka, from Letters To Felice (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I have loved, really loved, a few people and it always seemed to be tragic or something equally neurotic. When I am with you I feel happy. I guess that sentence says the whole thing and says what I meant in the first place.

Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)

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i love you, shiv