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“we still have to change the world”
lucent
idiot
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Lost in Thought
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and cold hands
a little about anorexia
eats beets
im just a girl in a world...
i am disgusting
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spaceleech: Panels from Garo No. 280, 1987.
hifas: Synchrodogs Hidden luster Tumblr
myprettyuniverse: The Dalles Springtime Columbia Gorge by kevin mcneal on Flickr.
heavyblunt: 2O13, 2O13
klaus' house
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fuzzy
i took this once after purging, i look sad because i am but i felt cute, and i still think i looked cute at least…
refleurs: die Überreste einer Blume Krone by Iciar J. Carrasco on Flickr.
they cannot phase you if you are the only one hurting yourself. they cannot win
i like to think our hair was once our angel wing feathers from when we used to be angels in past lives and then when ppl lose their hair its because the angels miss them and are trying to take them back
fuckyeahvintage-retro: Two women travelled Michigan Avenue Bridge in Chicago, 1955 © Bettmann
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arreter: Reclined Nude by Richard Feynman
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fuzzy teeth
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How Strange It Is To Be Anything At All
transience
I spend every day missing you.In the morning when nobody else is awake, I eat my breakfast and miss you, I wish I were sharing it with you. I take my shower and miss you, and I swear that once the water that falls from the showerhead touches my skin,
Laying in my bed I cannot fall sleep There’s far too many sheep Dancing round my head
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"I'm just here to sing along."
embrace the waste you are you’re trash fresh picked from the junkyard and that’s okay because junk can be turned into art turned into the mailbox wedged crooked in the dirt or the dollhouse carpented by someone’s gone grandfather this whole world
hellopeter
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Wrote when lonely, laying in bed after a meaningless cry. Listening to the train rolling by.“I wonder what it would be like to lay my bodyout right in the middle of the tracks and look atthe sky.What it must be like to spend
we are synonymous
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Nyan Nyan
tylerknott: Typewriter Series #243 by Tyler Knott Gregson
I’m ok
As I turned the corner of my block on my way home from school, there was a fox standing right in the middle of the sidewalk. We stared at each other for about ten seconds and talked to each other with our eyes
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I’m sad and ugly but then I remind myself that I also am the music I listen toso I turn beautiful. so beautiful. so cool. so full of depth
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like a dream
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Sit on a stone wall for hours on end.Don’t look at the passersby.Put to your lips a smoking lightBecause people won’t know you aren’t the age.You can pass for older than your years,kid.Because the pain they can see on your faceusually
showslow: Li Hui is a self-taught Chinese photographer who creates moody, often double-exposed, dreamscapes using a couple film cameras: Nikon FM2 & a light-leaked Canon AT-1. What apparently started off as a hobby to fend off loneliness, has
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