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You will become
a graveyard
of all the women
you once were
before you rise
one morning
in your own skin.

You will swallow
a thousand
different names
before you taste
the meaning
held within your own.

-© 2013 Maza-Dohta  (via mashamorevna)

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Richard Emblin
A young man hurls himself across the Rio Negro gorge in Guyabetal in the central Colombian Andes to fetch a plank of wood stuck over the abyss
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At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.
-F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via unculturedmag)

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Aerial is a new site-specific installation by Baptiste Debombourg at an old Benedictine monastery called Brauweiler Abbey near Cologne, Germany. Debombourg used numerous sheets of shattered laminate glass to mimic a frothy flood of water rushing into a room. 
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My mother doesn’t like tattoos. She says art belongs on a wall. Well I say no one, not even my mother gets to tell me that I can’t be a masterpiece.

Hannah Snowdon

I know I won’t make you proud when my tattoos are done, mom. Sorry not sorry at all.

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untitled by Jocelyn Catterson on Flickr.
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Benjamin Evans
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I still don’t know how to ask for help, even when I desperately need it. I feel like someone stacked cotton balls up my esophagus, and it just gets worse the harder I try to breathe through it. I wish I could just find the comfort I’m searching for.

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Call It Off by Tegan and Sara
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I just hope that one day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it.
-J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey (via piezea)

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