I know that life is busy and hard and that there’s crushing pressure to just settle down and get a real job and khaki pants and a haircut. But don’t. Please don’t. Please keep believing that life can be better, brighter, broader because of the art that you make. Please keep demonstrating the courage that it takes to swim upstream in a world that prefers putting away for retirement to putting pen to paper, that chooses practicality over poetry, that values you more for going to the gym than going to the deepest places in your soul. Please keep making your art for people like me, people who need the magic and imagination and honesty of great art to make the day-to-day world a little more bearable.
by A text I received this morning from a friend (via girrlscout)


Tumblr has become so left wing it has actually looped back around is coming close to a weird right wing conservative mentality that everything you personally think is right and anyone who disagrees with you is wrong

(via quandries)


Anxiety is like perpetually hearing the boss/enemy music but never seeing the threat.

(via lopuke)

I spent way too much time taking into consideration what other people told me my identity was, and not enough time telling them to fuck right off.
by stevieboebi (via bleeckerrr)

(via norwegiantbh)


'This Loneliness Won't Be The Death Of Me' ➳ Being As An Ocean ♡
I know you. You’re sensitive, and you hide it because you fear getting stepped on one more time. It seems that when you show a part of yourself that is the least bit vulnerable someone takes advantage of you. One of them steps on you. They mistake kindness for weakness, but you know the difference. You’ve been the brunt of their weakness for years and strength is something you know a bit about because you had to be strong to keep yourself alive.
by Henry Rollins (via rarararambles)

(via c-e-salazar)


i remember way too many small details about people so i have to act dumb sometimes so i don’t freak them out

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