Je ne sais pas quoi faire

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"Do not mistake yourself for a garden or a muse or a promise or a victim or a snack. You are a woman, skin and bones, veins and nerves, hair and sweat. You are not made of metaphors, not apologies, not excuses."

- "The Type" by Sarah Kay (x)

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Body Art by Gesine Marwedel, Germain artist.

This is one of the most incredible works I’ve seen!

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never give up on your dreams

keep sleeping

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Bromeo and Dudeliet, a forbidden bromance between two bros in rival fraternities, in fair Vebrona where we lay our scene

Two frat houses, broth alike in dignity

in fair Verbrona where we lay our scene

From mancient grudge break to new dudetiny

Where civil blood makes civil mands unclean

Bromeo Bromeo, no homeo

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You’re not doing well and finally I don’t have to
pretend to be so interested in your on going tragedy,


I’ll rob the bank that gave you the impression that
money is more fruitful than words, and
I’ll cut holes in the ozone if it means you have one less day of rain.
I’ll walk you to the hospital,
I’ll wait in a white room that reeks of hand sanitizer and latex for the results from the MRI scan that tries to
locate the malady that keeps your mind guessing, and
I want to write you a poem every day until my hand breaks
and assure you that you’ll find your place,
it’s just
the world has a funny way of
hiding spots fertile enough for
bodies like yours to grow roots.


I miss you like a dart hits the iris of a bullseye,
or a train ticket screams 4:30 at 4:47, I
wanted to tell you that it’s my birthday on Thursday
and I would have wanted you to
give me the gift of your guts on the floor, one last time,
to see if you still had it in you.

I hope our ghosts aren’t eating you alive.
If I’m to speak for myself, I’ll tell you that
the universe is twice as big as we think it is
and you’re the only one that made that idea
less devastating.


- Small, Lucas Regazzi (via avvfvl)

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Sky Valley .


Abandoned Places…

Makes you want to explore… doesn’t it?

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"I light you up like a pyre. I spit you out like a grave."

- there will be no eulogy for the damned | v.g. (athelasss)

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"I choose you. And I’ll choose you, over and over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll keep choosing you."

- Unknown  (via handcraftedinvirginia)

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