in the rain ,Hanzomon
Thu / 583
There are 7 billion people on this planet who I have not met,
and 195 countries I have not visited.
Yet I am stuck in this insignificant town,
Being pressured into making decisions about my future,
When I barely even know who I am.
—  Unknown 
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Thu / 141416

there is no sweetness here. artificial sugar in your tea. that armrest that holds you in your seat as she drives you out. that hole in your tooth hiding all your darkest secrets. you don’t see this color in the winter. you only see white. and it soon fades to grey, and then eventually black. exhaust trailing from cars like sentences you can’t finish. the building tops hidden in the clouds like your hands deep in those jean pockets. those birds that fly against the wind must be as tired as I am. their wings flutter but they don’t move forward. i like to pretend each paved street holds an older one below it. like how your body renews itself every seven years. my tires haven’t driven on this street before. just like how your fingertips haven’t burned this new skin. i like to pretend my fingers are tools to the map of your back. i trace my way across your soft landscape. from every freckle and scar. each rolling shoulder blade and that mountain range of a spine.
Wed / 1218
I lose interest when I get ignored.
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Tue / 8172
Tue / 25762
Everyone else can fuck off because I only want you. I only wanna be wanted by you.
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museum of modern art, feb 17 2014
Tue / 67041
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why does anyone even care about other people doing things that have no negative outcome? like let girls take selfies with starbucks!! let straight dudes wear weird clothes!! let gay people be as feminine or as masculine as they want!! the next time you find yourself getting annoyed at someone, ask yourself “is this disrespectful? is this harmful to me or anyone else?” if the answer is no, then let it go - you probably have bigger things to worry about anyways

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Sun / 533

Vintage/personal blog
Sat / 43411
The best part of a relationship is getting to call the person, or lay down next to them, and tell them all the crazy things that happened to you all day long. In the end that’s what it’s about. It’s not about sex, it’s not about the money they give you, it’s not about how good looking they are, it’s about them listening to you talk for hours and hours and hours, about stupid shit that doesn’t matter.
— Tegan Quin 
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Thu / 1435