οἰκείωσις

within you, without you

extrasad:

5 boys I fell in love with 

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I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.

You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.

You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.

—   HE. (via stayygone)

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19 Things I Wish Someone Had Told Me Before I Turned 20 so I Didn’t Waste a Decade:

light-essence:

a list poem for working-class girls trying to grow up and into themselves

1. It is okay to leave anyone and anything and anyplace that makes you feel like shit. It’s hard, but it’s okay. And fuck explaining anything to anyone, unless you want to. Let them fucking wonder.

2. Know who the fuck…

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Don’t smoke. 

“i am your friend.
a soul for your soul.
a place for your life.
home.
know this.
sun or water.
here
or
away.
we are a lighthouse.
we leave.
and
we stay.”

—   nayyirah waheed, lighthouse (via calllunavulgaris)

translatingchristine:

Some of my favorite poems from Nayyirah Waheed’s Salt. The kindle edition currently on sale for $2.99 (as of the time this post has been written). The author is amazing. Some of her poems talk about racism and cultural appropriation. The book itself was a pretty quick read as well, perfect for reading on the bus or anywhere else.

“She asked, ‘you are in love, what does love look like?’ To which I replied, ‘like everything I’ve ever lost came back to me.’”

—    - Nayyirah Waheed (via natashaisintheforest)

“sometimes the night wakes in the
middle of me.
and i can do nothing
but
become the moon.”

—   

- nayyirah waheed “salt” 

purchase it here. tumblr. twitter

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callmeyadi:

This is some deep shit.

callmeyadi:

This is some deep shit.

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“What I want is to open up. I want to know what’s inside me. I want everybody to open up. I’m like an imbecile with a can opener in his hand, wondering where to begin— to open up the earth. I know that underneath the mess everything is marvelous. I’m sure of it.”

—   Henry Miller, Sexus (via notesondistractions)

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smmrzk:

Bicycle Street Art by Mart (via Colossal) Hat tip: Blanco - Bike Luxury

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“… We are multidimensional infinite consciousness incarnate in a physical body for a period of intense experience on the road of evolution … we don’t ‘die’ because we cannot die. Energy is consciousness and energy cannot be destroyed, only transformed into another expression of itself. When you realise that you are not your physical body, but the infinite, eternal consciousness giving life to that body, your vision of yourself and your potential is expanded beyond measure.”

—   

David Icke, Infinite Love is the Only Truth (via real-hiphophead)

Well bam

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free-parking:

Yoko Ono