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karidevereaux:

…an ode to 1970s skater girls. 


sixpenceee:

guykneecologist:

This.

omfg reblogging till the end of time


"Healing is an art. It takes time, it takes practice. It takes love."

Maza-Dohta (via belovedlotus)


crackrock-kids:

my car broke down on the highway the other day but i got to watch a really nice sunset while i waited for the tow truck


amazed:

I follow everyone back!


peaceful-moon:

rotten-envy:

not all those who wander are lost ☮

☮ nature aฏ๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎๎d good vibes ☾

peaceful-soul:

  • please,
  • don’t eat less, eat right
  • don’t hold it in, it’s okay to cry
  • don’t hurt yourself, there is always an alternative
  • don’t shut yourself away, speak up
  • don’t be your own bully, be your own hero
  • don’t give up, because you’re worth so much more than you think





hockeydadrecords:

Vancouver in the 60’s


zenalien:

~


chreamy:

flamhes:

vivency:

humansofnewyork:

A glimpse into the journal of a (quite intelligent) 16 year old girl. Photographed, with permission, in Central Park. 

ITS ON MY DASH AGAIN I THOUGHT I LOST IT FOREVER

its back igaf its not my blog style

YESS FINALLY I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR AGES 


"

somewhere
there is a women in China holding a black umbrella so she
won’t taste the salt of the rain when the sky begins to weep,

there is a 17 year old girl who smells like pomegranates and has summer air tight on her naked skin, wrapping around her scars
like veins in a bloody garden, who won’t make it past tomorrow,

there is a young man, who buys yellow flowers for the woman
in apartment 84B, who learned braille when he realized she
couldn’t read his poetry about her white neck and mint eyes

there are people watching films,
making love for the first time, opening mail with the
heading of ‘i miss you’, cooking noodles with
organic spices and red sauces, buying lemon detergent,
ignoring ‘do not smoke’ signs, painting murals
of his lips in abandoned warehouses, chewing
the words ‘i love you’ over and over again, swallowing
phone numbers and forgotten birthdays, eating
strawberry pies, drinking white wine off of each
others open mouths, ignoring the telephone,
reading this poem

somewhere
someone is thinking
i’m alone
somewhere
someone finally understands
they never really
were

"

poems from my uncles graves (via floranymph)


phylumcnldaria:

magnumlee:

This  pre-prom picture  from the Virgin Suicides creeps me out.

The foreshadowing is intense. Lux’s hand looks like she’s holding a cigarette (she dies when she closes the garage door and starts the car while sitting inside the car smoking, her hand hanging out of the car the same way), Therese has her eyes closed (she later overdoses on sleeping pills), After the picture is taken, Mary coughs (she kills herself by putting her head in the oven), and Bonnie is positioned in a way that looks like she’s hanging herself…which is how she later dies.

So weird.

I never noticed this wtf





my name is emily, im 16 years old





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