I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it. Hanamoto Hagumi, Honey and Clover  (via larmoyante)

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The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation (via nyu-tah)

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I hope that this image travels the world …“While newspapers and television talk about the lives of celebrities, the chief of the Kayapo tribe received the worst news of his life: Dilma, “The new president of Brazil, has given approval to build a huge hydroelectric plant (the third largest in the world). It is the death sentence for all the people near the river because the dam will flood 400,000 hectares of forest. More than 40,000 Indians will have to find another place to live. The natural habitat destruction, deforestation and the disappearance of many species is a fact.”What moves me in my very bowels , making me ashamed of being part of Western culture, is the reaction of the chief of the Kayapo community when he learned of the decision—his gesture of dignity and helplessness before the advance of capitalist progress, modern predatory civilization that does not respect the differences …But we know that a picture is worth a thousand words, showing the reality of the true price of our bourgeois “quality of life”.


distrustingly replied to your post “i might try to convince my parents to get my hair dyed this saturday…”

wait you’ll look so good w platinum oh man

thinking abt it gets me rly excited so I think I’m actually gonna go for it ahhh


Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.

Sylvia Plath

fuck every single time that last line gets quoted without the rest

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do you ever just want to hold someone in your arms for about 37 years

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hey I’m val and I’m blogsitting for syd

Napping in between storms

People in the movies
Want the drama
People that watch them know
Love is all about passion
Screaming at eachother
Leaving, the other person a sack of shit on the sidewalk,
Kicked around by passerbys until he comes back and
Picks her up

That held others while she was on the ground
She finds out
She screams
Tells him to leave,
Her on the ground
But then
He picks her up!
And he kisses her!
And everyone ignores the emotional treachery!
And the backstabbing!
It’s so cinematic!

Real love
Is boring
To all who look on
Because they don’t get it
Real love can be about feeling comfortable
And you can’t capture the glow between two people who understand and respect eachother’s minds
In real love there is not as nearly as much
If any
Fighting, crying, shitbagging
But there is just as much passion
That passion itself is peaceful,
It knows it does not need to scream to be heard
It beams through the surface
It says
I will take care of you

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