Apr 13, 2014 / 2 notes

Every day I wake up and try hard to be less of a piece of fuck. If there’s anything I CAN do it’s try to be less shit always. TTBLSA.

akapearlofagirl:

Reminiscent of Peter Max
Apr 13, 2014 / 28,924 notes

akapearlofagirl:

Reminiscent of Peter Max

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Apr 13, 2014 / 255 notes

black-australia:

RECOGNISE THIS is the youth-led movement to recognise Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples and remove racial discrimination from the Australian Constitution. 

Young Yolngu woman Budat Mununggurr is urging all young Australians to get involved in this important moment for our country.

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[Here the heavy heart, there non omnis moriar
just three little words, like a flight’s three feathers.

The abyss doesn’t divide us.]
The abyss surrounds us.

Wisława Szymborska, from “Autotomy”, translated by S. Barańczak and C. Cavanagh, in Poems New and Collected

The poet Wisława Szymborska died on the 1st February 2012 at the age of 88.

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Apr 13, 2014 / 35 notes

house-quake:

Old University Peer #1: “Just got offered a new position at my firm.”

Old University Peer #2: “I’m about to go to Oxford to do my Masters in Law.”

Me: “Cool. I just finished Super Mario 3D World and bought some Stan Smiths.”

Me

I enlisted Yves Saint Laurent’s help in making me look how I feel.
Apr 13, 2014 / 7 notes

I enlisted Yves Saint Laurent’s help in making me look how I feel.

Apr 13, 2014 / 11 notes

Dear Future Friend

Today I woke up with mascara all down my face, covered in mosquito bites, shelled peanuts sitting in the bottom of my bag. 

My favourite red dress splayed like a flower in full bloom across the floorboards beside my bed. My head feels heavy and my heart heavier still.

The mascara is there I guess from when I cried and you held me close, running your fingers through my hair and kissing me “better”. The mosquito bites are everywhere because we sat in the cold before I cried. The peanuts are there because we ate some and dropped some whilst we fumbled around in the basket for another. 

One day it won’t hurt to think about the trees and the accidental kalimotxo and dripping ice-creams and hands bent around jaws and piggy-backs up hills and children’s shoes seeping out of shipping containers. It hurts now. 

Yours

Me

Apr 13, 2014 / 1,862 notes

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oystermag:

Look: Backstage @ DI$COUNT! Shot by Gavriel Maynard.

Um, I think I need the butt-less one-piece. 
Apr 11, 2014 / 153 notes

oystermag:

Look: Backstage @ DI$COUNT! Shot by Gavriel Maynard.

Um, I think I need the butt-less one-piece. 

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synthorgies:

total shivers.

Apr 3, 2014 / 17,359 notes

in our copy of hana-bi the subtitles never leave the screen until something else is said

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Apr 3, 2014
divasdishblog:

"People are perfectly happy to see women as sex objects, but the actual biologic of our bodies is apparently gross and unmentionable."
- Our Bodies, Ourselves.
Apr 1, 2014 / 270,404 notes

divasdishblog:

"People are perfectly happy to see women as sex objects, but the actual biologic of our bodies is apparently gross and unmentionable."

Our Bodies, Ourselves.

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