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I should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across the floors of silent seas but instead I'm an eighteen year old lazy bones

“We gotta start teaching our daughters to be somebodies instead of somebody’s.”

— Kifah Shah (via lazyteen)

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crusherccme:

found this gem in the 1996 Cornell Women’s Handbook. it’s what to say when a guy tries to get out of using a condom

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crusherccme:

found this gem in the 1996 Cornell Women’s Handbook. it’s what to say when a guy tries to get out of using a condom

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“Find a beautiful piece of art. If you fall in love with Van Gogh or Matisse or John Oliver Killens, or if you fall love with the music of Coltrane, the music of Aretha Franklin, or the music of Chopin - find some beautiful art and admire it, and realize that that was created by human beings just like you, no more human, no less.”

— Maya Angelou, you will be missed. (via rifles)

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what's your best advice on healing a broken heart?
by phoenixmackenzie

commovente:

being heartbroken is a strange, desperate feeling. my friend described it as this: when you end a relationship, you’re left with all these free-wheeling touchy feelies that you don’t know where to direct since they were all just wrapped around one person. you’re going to have to get used to the idea that for a while, you’re going to be running around with all these tender spots. as if your body is an exposed bone. very vulnerable to sunlight. very vulnerable to touch. to wind. to all of it. after i broke up with my last boy-person, for a couple of weeks i felt my body like a little pond. every once in a while a feeling rises to surface for air. a leaf would fall on me and my entire body would ripple. imagine the damage that skipping rocks did. every once in a while something would happen that would wreak havoc on my emotions. a small bird flew to my window one morning and i couldn’t open it up to give the little blue jay some bread. & as if it were feeding time at a fucking koi pond, all the fish flit with their sharp fins to the surface and i was just a watery, sloshy mess of person. the mirage of calm water broke and all of a sudden i was laying on my couch with my face pressed into the cushions’ butt crack with a blanket over my face because i couldn’t take anything at all. i don’t know about you, but when grief comes into my life it brings all of its friends with it. i’m a happy person until i am a mourning widow. the dead husband being nineteen years of existing. 

in other words, a bird made me cry. 

yo. heartbreak is hard, and you’re talking to someone who gets a kick out of letting herself feel all of the diddly-doos and drops of life. let yourself feel through it. don’t suppress your sadness, your loneliness. learn from it. try to understand that wild creature, those dark horses that are running through you unbridled. let yourself feel through every low so that you can reach the high, and vice versa. be sad, and be okay with being sad over someone, because there will be a moment where you will be walking down the street in a few days or a few weeks, and you’ll see petals strewn underneath all the trees on the sidewalk, and the air will feel like a sweet mouth against your mouth, and you’ll find yourself suddenly grinning with your arms open, and all of your touchy-feelies have returned back to your body, and you will have gained yourself back - after however long you did not belong to yourself - and you’ll realize that you’re whole again, that you’re you again, and that is a breath that will mean so much when it comes. 

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nomadic-mantra:

If you’ve ever doubted yourself, walk deep into any forest. Notice how the trees still stand even though they are given no recognition. Walk along any stream. The water still flows, though no one stops to praise it. Watch the stars late at night; they shine without acknowledgment. Humans are just the same. We are made out of the same elements as these beautiful wonders. Always remember your beauty and self worth. 

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your fav childhood memory?
by Anonymous

ageekyfemmeforeveringlasses:

Not paying bills

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shakysmiles:

frida kahlo

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shakysmiles:

frida kahlo

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sandandglass:

Lisa Simpson, The Simpsons, 1991.

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rlmjob:

when I grow up I hope I have a really cool bathtub

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philamuseum:

Happy birthday to Gustav Klimt. Today we celebrate his special day with a painting he began in 1917, but was left unfinished by his sudden death in 1918. This masterful portraitist had an incredible impact on painting with his intimate depictions of women and remarkable detailing. Has anything unfinished ever looked so good?Now on view: “Frauenbildnis (Portrait of a Woman),” 1917–18, by Gustav Klimt (On loan from The Lewis Collection)

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philamuseum:

Happy birthday to Gustav Klimt. Today we celebrate his special day with a painting he began in 1917, but was left unfinished by his sudden death in 1918. This masterful portraitist had an incredible impact on painting with his intimate depictions of women and remarkable detailing. Has anything unfinished ever looked so good?

Now on view: “Frauenbildnis (Portrait of a Woman),” 1917–18, by Gustav Klimt (On loan from The Lewis Collection)

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“He forced Hermione to show Snape her teeth - she was doing her best to hide them with her hands, though this was difficult as they had now grown past her collar. … Snape looked coldly at Hermione, then said, ‘I see no difference.’
Hermione let out a whimper, her eyes filled with tears, she turned on her heel and ran, ran all the way up the corridor and out of sight.”

— A little something for all “Snape was a nice dude who was just misunderstood” people to remember

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“Lust is Saturday night; love is Sunday morning.”

Kid in my lit class

 

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marina-and-the-dragons:

spread-hope-inspire:

Tribute to Steve Irwin, a guy who genuinely loved nature and animals.

This man was beyond real

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