sunflowergrowing:

“I buried the girl I had been because she ran into all kinds of trouble. I tried to erase every memory of her, but she is still there, somewhere. She is still small and scared and ashamed, and perhaps I am writing my way back to her, trying to tell her everything she needs to hear.”

— Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body, by Roxane Gay  (via mylinae)

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mothurs:

good morning the earth is dying and humans ruin everything

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death-by-lulz:

what even are cats

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hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here

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octodolly:

“Struggling against the desire to sink down, lie down, fold up.”

— Susan Sontag, from a journal entry featured in As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

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hplyrikz:

I can relate to this

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hplyrikz:

“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside while still alive. Never surrender.”

— Tupac Shakur (via hplyrikz)

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violentwavesofemotion:

“My heart hardly has a heart now. All, it has given all.”

— Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems; “Meanwhile, The Wave,”

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objetpetita:

Repression: I want to analyze, to know, to express in another language than mine; I want to represent my delirium to myself, I want to “look in the face” what is dividing me, cutting me off.

Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse

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hplyrikz:

“It’s okay to lose yourself for a little while. In books, in music, in art. Let yourself get lost.”

— Unknown (via hplyrikz)

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