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"I have an entire forest living inside of me and you have carved your initials into every tree."
Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)

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"there are no galaxies
underneath my skin.
i am not a collection
of stardust and
unbound potential.
i am brittle bones and
ugly bruises.
i am
a mess."
2:01 am // c.u.t  (via beauty-of-abs0lutes)

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"

5 Things They Don’t Teach you in Highschool:

1) You’re going to leave the house at 2AM, 16 with nothing in your pockets but 50 bucks and a bus ticket. It won’t feel real. You’re going to think you’re leaving, but you aren’t going anywhere.

2) Swallow your fucking pride and go back inside. Lock your bedroom door, put your hands over your ears, bring your knees to your chest and when you’re ready, let your walls disintegrate and the sadness flood in, because baby I promise you, you’ll feel better if you just let yourself drown. Even if it’s the third goddamn time that week.

3) He’s going to taste like Newports, Trident spearmint and desperation. You’re going to taste like Lime-a-Rita’s and anxiety. You will tell yourself you need this. But you don’t. I promise you. You don’t. You don’t.

4) You’re going to have girlfriends who fall for boys who treat them like absolute shit. Do not learn from them. If a boy calls you a bitch, spit in his face and leave.

5) Do it even if it’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. Even if you’re still convinced that he was hiding galaxies beneath his skin. Because baby I promise you, he was the always dark night sky and you were always the full moon. No question bout’ it.

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foxesinbreeches:

Fleurs de trottoir (Streetwalkers) by Felix Labisse, 1971
From set of lithographs illustrating the publication by Gustave Nellens
Also
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nonespark:

fucking zooming in on the cats face like “shit i’ve been trapped”
i’m crying
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gtaire:

r u ever scared to walk past a group of teenagers even though you are also a teenager

(Source: emmaswaaan, via seriousfreak)

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