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acoolglassofdetachment:

I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of the train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body’s swinging from side to side
I don’t see what anyone can see
In anyone else but you

Juno (2007)

amandla:

I will never understand minimalist homes where are the spices and colors and textiles and notes from people you love and snow globes from your sister and

haverst:

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amandla:

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amandla:

Having had the end of childhood coincide with the invention of the smartphone makes it hard to differentiate the radiant presence of childhood from life before screens… or at least compounds the grief. do children who grew up with a smartphone in hand mourn childhood in the same way? do adults who lived out their youth present in the physical world miss the freedom of simplicity?

achillesinhighheels:

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psikonauti:
“Théophile Alexandre Steinlen (Swiss-French,1859-1923)
Two cats, 1898
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psikonauti:

Théophile Alexandre Steinlen (Swiss-French,1859-1923)

Two cats, 1898 

financeprincess:

Sorry to break it to you but you literally have to face your fears and slaughter them. Otherwise you will live a small life that you do not want. You literally have to view your biggest fears and attack them head on. You have to fall into the abyss to find your way out. The easy path does not exist. There is no get out of jail free card. You have to allow yourself to die a spiritual death over and over again in order to reinvent yourself into the person you are actually supposed to be. And you have to be painfully honest with yourself and the people around you. It’s horrible but it’s truly the only way.

oggeminivenus:

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