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Jul 31, 2014 / 85,172 notes

josephicus:

manhatingbabyeater:

loitering is basically the illegal act of existing while not spending money

isn’t capitalism fun

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My mouth is a fire escape.
The words coming out
don’t care that they are naked.
There is something burning in there.
Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase (via observando)

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Jul 29, 2014 / 3,030 notes
I am half child, half ancient
Jul 29, 2014 / 3,321 notes
The axe forgets; the tree remembers.

African proverb (via futurepharaohs)

This is a Zimbabwean proverb from the Shona tribe, meaning that a person who harms another or borrows from someone will often forget, but the person who is harmed or borrowed from will always remember.

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Jul 29, 2014 / 85,441 notes

When I love, I love: wholly, thoroughly, completely, drowning in everything. Every glance can be a conversation, eyes just playing and saying what needs to be said. Silence is loud, and the air becomes heavy.

I want you. I want all of you.

Warsan Shire   (via thatkindofwoman)

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Jul 29, 2014 / 10,068 notes
A woman from the audience asks: ‘Why were there so few women among the Beat writers?’ and [Gregory] Corso, suddenly utterly serious, leans forward and says: “There were women, they were there, I knew them, their families put them in institutions, they were given electric shock. In the ’50s if you were male you could be a rebel, but if you were female your families had you locked up.
Stephen Scobie, on the Naropa Institute’s 1994 tribute to Allen Ginsberg (via fuckyeahbeatniks)
Jul 28, 2014 / 48,616 notes
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music-from-within:

Lana Del Rey - Brooklyn Baby

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l-constituant:

Bettye Swann - Then You Can Tell Me Goodbye

Jul 28, 2014 / 20,862 notes

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The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
William Wordsworth (via feeling-your-heart-again)
Jul 27, 2014 / 379 notes
If you think you can grasp me, think again
my story flows in more than one direction
a delta springing from the riverbed
with its five fingers spread.
From Delta by Adrienne Rich (via hush-syrup)

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Jul 26, 2014 / 210 notes
Jul 24, 2014 / 144 notes

lacholula:

Immigrants in the US get attacked and blamed for the failing economy back in 2010 because we sent money back to our families in our home countries.

White people send money to Africa and are seen as saviors.

The US send billions of dollars in aid to Israel and doesn’t get attacked for supporting the violence in Palestine.

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The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost (via callo0h-callay)

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Jul 24, 2014 / 415 notes
I searched for God and found only myself. I searched for myself and found only God.
Sufi Proverb  (via lazyyogi)

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Jul 24, 2014 / 1,426 notes