sexpansion:

René Magritte - The Lovers (1928) X Crystal Castles - Not in Love (2010) Posted 6 hours ago96,578 notesreblog

towongfoo:

If I dont respond to your insult it means what i wanted to say was too mean and I decided to let you live

Tuesday, September 30th
vh1:

How I respond when someone complains about my attitude…
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stimmlos:

coltre:

I call this picture " EAT THE PAIN "

hes a dragon actually
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flovver-enthusiast:

-sweats nervously- both Posted 7 hours ago14,385 notesreblog

thylaed:

shout out to people who are scared to call others out, whose hands shake when they try to explain what’s wrong, whose throats threaten to close up with thoughts of ‘what if i’m just overreacting’, whose hearts are pounding out of their chests because they just stuck their necks out for their beliefs, who have lost friends and respect and safety for aligning themselves with causes

Tuesday, September 30th
Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.
- (via psych-facts)
Tuesday, September 30th
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e-bae:

Told this girl to text me when she got home… I think she homeless

Tuesday, September 30th
Baby, love yourself like you’re not waiting for someone else to do it.
- Excerpt from for my future daughter by the amazingly talented Y.Z.(via rustyvoices)
Tuesday, September 30th

I was not taught that
there could be
beautiful people in
this world.

I grew surrounded
by thin walls and
sharp nails; I was
not a soft child.

Sometimes I wonder
how my ears still
work; I must have
turned the volume
past ‘forget’ too many
times for my body to
take notice, and
anyway, I never did.

I knew hands by the
way I was prepared to
react to them, built
myself cinderblock
body and spent all of
17 smoothing out the
edges.

I fell asleep so many
times to the muffled
reminder of “this is
what happens when
you let someone
touch you”.

Sometimes I forget
that I started watching
movies with shitty love
story plot lines so
that I could point to
something, anything,
and say “someone
wanted to be loved
like that, I must not be
all that alone”.

I was not taught that
there could be
beautiful people in
this world.

I was not taught that
hearts like mine
would ever learn to
hold in them thoughts
of smiles like yours.


- it’s not just the touching, it’s the before and the after, it’s the absence, it’s all ~ Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)
Tuesday, September 30th
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