December 2011
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Anonymous asked: we went to highschool together. i didn't ever know you very well but you were always incredibly sweet. not like anyone can tell anything real about someone else because of their tumblr, but you clearly have a great eye and aesthetic sense. you do pick out beauty in the world. and as much as it sucks sometimes, there is a lot of beauty to see. i never do asks and this is corny as shit, but it...
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i am so tired of always doing my best and never receiving any recognition
i am so tired of being blamed for things that i had nothing to do with on days that i wasn’t even at work
i am so tired of people snapping at me for the above thing that i am tired of
i am so tired of being blamed for people quitting and being BANNED from training people
i am so tired of being at minimum wage...
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You have nothing to feel ashamed of. I want you to know you didn’t do anything...
– Writer-director Tyler Perry • In an open letter, published by The Daily Beast, to an 11-year-old alleged victim in the Jerry Sandusky case. “Do you know that at the young age of 11 you had more courage than all the adults who let you down?” he writes. “All of the ones who didn’t go to the proper...
November 2011
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Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee?
– Albert Camus
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This issue of pornography is complicated and I’m not comfortable taking a pro-...
– AE Pierre-Louis (via cocothinkshefancy)
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Blake I don’t think we’re ever going to get to hang out okay
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Little
rose,
roselet,
at times,
tiny and naked,
it seems
as though you...
– “In You The Earth” by Pablo Neruda, from The Captain’s Verses; translated by Donald D. Walsh (via asphyxiations)
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She’s got the whole dark forest living inside of her.
– Tom Waits (via human-voices)
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If you’re presented with a situation – a man is drowning – and you could either...
– PHOTOGRAPHERS’ PROVERB (via milkchugger)
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clavicola:
need two wings, you a violin, sky and so many things, the incalculable things, things without names, to a license for a large...
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Into the night of the heart
Your name drops slowly
And moves in silence and...
– Excerpt from “Slow Lament” by Pablo Neruda (via clavicola)
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1000scientists asked: oh my god I hate you
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And your very flesh shall be a great poem.
– Walt Whitman (via clavicola)
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