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(via getfitandsweat)
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"But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling."
--Margaret Atwood (via creatingaquietmind)
(Source: armsoreal, via creatingaquietmind)
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I feel like everything comes down to me being torn between two extremes
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Morbid Time
So my dad has cancer. They caught it early, thank goodness, so he’s going to be okay. It still freaks me out though, and not just because it’s cancer. It made the fact that my parents are going to die some day that much more of a reality. Not that anyone can ever really even start to fathom that.
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j4ya:
MY FRIEND DIANE MADE A ZIPLOC BAG JACKET
she is the future
SNACK JACKET
SNACKET
(via shutupaubrey)
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(via thelovelyloner)
- "I was lonely. I felt it deeply and permanently, that this state of being on my own might never disappear. But I welcomed the loneliness, which had everything to do with being anonymous. It’s never loneliness that nibbles away at a person’s insides, but not having room inside themselves to be comfortably alone."
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Michael Eastman - Cuba (2002)
(Source: likeafieldmouse, via thelovelyloner)
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Slice banana into thin chips, dip in lemon juice, and spread on a cookie sheet. Bake for 2 hours @ 200 degrees and flip. Bake for another 1.5-2 hours or until crisp. (They wont be totally crisp in the oven, but will harden as they cool) IMPORTANT STEP: Spray the cookie sheet with PAM
Recipe Link: nuts.com
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"Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes."
--The Winter of the Air (via freecocaine)
(Source: kalynroseanne, via dollylamabarb)
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Don’t watch this if you’re soaked in gasoline because it will warm your heart and you will burn to death and die.
shes adorable
Angel
(Source: youtube.com, via mountainmidget)
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Each time I’m asked to tell about myself, I find myself starting the same way: “My name is Kelsey and I’m nineteen..”
but what I’d really like to say is:
“My name means island of the ships but once
I found a translation that said I’m a burning shipwreck-
not a burning ship but a ship that has caught fire
after the wreckage and well, I’d say that’s more fitting.”I’ve learned that people don’t have time for about me’s.
They need two things: a name and an indication you’re someone special.The doctors, they want facts not details.
“I broke my leg when I was three, it’s a funny story actually-“
The right or the left?
Conversation over.The teachers, they want interests, hobbies.
You’re sad, yes, but what do you like to do?The adults are a spew of questions.
What school do you go to? What classes are you taking?
What do you plan on becoming? Got a boyfriend?
No, stop.People my own age are the worst.
“I’m planning on an English degree with a concentration in creative writing.”
Yeah, aren’t we all. So how many times have you, you know,
done it?I’m pulled apart, my interests travelling highway 2
my goals at a stop light at traffic hour,
my medical history on a billboard for the world to see.
But what about me?Where’s the chance to say,
“I hang on to fistfuls of poetry like loose change in my pockets,
and I keep waiting for the day that the world turns upside down
so I can swim with the stars.
I’m not afraid of darkness, it’s a loneliness I can empathize with it.
It’s the blackholes like cigarette burns inside of me that get troublesome.
I walk through graveyards and read the dashes between years,
each a story I’ll never know. Sometimes I create my own.”No wonder none of us know who we are anymore.
"--Kelsey Danielle, “I Was Told to Write an About Me and This is What Happened” (via commovente)(via commovente)
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Glass Beach, Northern California
From 1950 to 1967, residents of Fort Bragg, California chose to dispose of their waste by hurling it off the cliffs above a beach. No object was too toxic or too large such as household appliances, automobiles, and all matter of trash were tossed into the crashing waves below, eventually earning it the name The Dumps. Then in 1967, city leaders closed and reclaimed the beach. Various cleanup programs were undertaken.
Over the next several decades, the pounding waves cleaned the beach by breaking down everything but glass turning the sand into a sparkling, multicolored bed of smooth glass stones. The California Department of Parks and Recreation purchased the land and incorporated it into MacKerricher State Park in 2002.
(via pinkbrain42)
