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Jul 24

1. Your skin may never be perfect, and that’s okay.

2. Life is too short not to have the underwear, the coffee, and the haircut you want.

3. Everyone (including your family, your coworkers, and your best friend) will talk about you behind your back, and you’ll talk about them too. It doesn’t mean you don’t love each other.

4. It’s okay to spend money on things that make you happy.

5. Sometimes without fault or reason, relationships deteriorate. It will happen when you’re six, it will happen when you’re sixty. That’s life.

Five things I am trying very hard to accept (via aumoe)

Love this

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bathroomtalk:

This could be us, but you playin

bathroomtalk:

This could be us, but you playin

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icalledyoudumb:

myideaoffuniskillingeveryone:

Danny Galieote

I would frame and hang these in my house in a heartbeat.

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margielas-maison:

Is Kim Sang Woo even real?

margielas-maison:

Is Kim Sang Woo even real?

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Jul 23

thepowerofgrunge:

Jack White, 2002.

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For what we were
And what we are
I only remember you
In your little tartan skirt
With burning lips and
Passionate eyes
You yearned to lose yourself
To eat your own innocence.
To rip off your school tie
And fling it into the woods
Letting your hair explode
Like fireworks
Because you wanted to make
Your own stars
Out of salacious rumours,
Heartbreak and horror
Among other grown-up things…
You fantasised about the loss
Of your youth, ripping open
Your sweet tongue, letting unknown
Fingers play inside.
You threw flowers in the air
Eagerly tearing open your stockings
Burying bliss in the earth.
Devouring corruption like sweets.
For what we were
And what we are
I only remember you
In your little tartan skirt. 
This is a poem I wrote with your theme in mind today accompanied by the photo of me. I don’t know if it’s good to explain poetry because it can really be interpreted however you want but these are the thoughts that inspired me.
Fantasy to me invokes the school girl look in my mind, because it’s something I’m fascinated with on a sexual level. Think ‘Lolilta’ and the moral ambiguity that comes with it. When I was younger I was so eager to rid myself of my vulnerability, I wanted to be lascivious as soon as possible. I tried to do all these ‘adult’ things, I wanted to feel, explore and be independent. But the thing about vulnerability is that it is necessary, and it is also beautiful. No matter how clumsy, inadequate or innocent it may make you feel, it’s very precious and you can’t get that back. That blissful ignorance. Perhaps I am fascinated with the vulnerability I lost, and that’s why when I see a tartan skirt it flicks a switch. This is a poem to myself in reminder of the beauty of youth.
Hope you like :) much loveeee xXx

For what we were

And what we are

I only remember you

In your little tartan skirt

With burning lips and

Passionate eyes

You yearned to lose yourself

To eat your own innocence.

To rip off your school tie

And fling it into the woods

Letting your hair explode

Like fireworks

Because you wanted to make

Your own stars

Out of salacious rumours,

Heartbreak and horror

Among other grown-up things…

You fantasised about the loss

Of your youth, ripping open

Your sweet tongue, letting unknown

Fingers play inside.

You threw flowers in the air

Eagerly tearing open your stockings

Burying bliss in the earth.

Devouring corruption like sweets.

For what we were

And what we are

I only remember you

In your little tartan skirt. 

This is a poem I wrote with your theme in mind today accompanied by the photo of me. I don’t know if it’s good to explain poetry because it can really be interpreted however you want but these are the thoughts that inspired me.

Fantasy to me invokes the school girl look in my mind, because it’s something I’m fascinated with on a sexual level. Think ‘Lolilta’ and the moral ambiguity that comes with it. When I was younger I was so eager to rid myself of my vulnerability, I wanted to be lascivious as soon as possible. I tried to do all these ‘adult’ things, I wanted to feel, explore and be independent. But the thing about vulnerability is that it is necessary, and it is also beautiful. No matter how clumsy, inadequate or innocent it may make you feel, it’s very precious and you can’t get that back. That blissful ignorance. Perhaps I am fascinated with the vulnerability I lost, and that’s why when I see a tartan skirt it flicks a switch. This is a poem to myself in reminder of the beauty of youth.

Hope you like :) much loveeee xXx


blomai:

indie//urban

blomai:

indie//urban

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maisonmartinmarijuana:

maisonmartinmarijuana:

what i been doin lately

This is the last thing I’ve drawn bc I can’t top it loool

maisonmartinmarijuana:

maisonmartinmarijuana:

what i been doin lately

This is the last thing I’ve drawn bc I can’t top it loool

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