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Oct 20, 2014 / 207,355 notes

championofazura:

Girls, romanticize yourselves. You are a queen. You are a warrior. You are an enchantress. You are a mermaid. You are a goddess. You are all of these things and more, you are the stuff of fairytales. 

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I need more clothes.
me everyday when getting ready (via phuckindope)

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Oct 20, 2014 / 76,590 notes
victoriousvocabulary:

DEVOID
[adjective] 
1. not possessing, untouched by, void, or destitute.
2. absence of.
[verb]
3. to deplete or strip of some quality or substance.
Etymology: from Old French devoider, from des-, “out, away” + voider, "to empty," from voide, “empty”, from Old French vuide, from Vulgar Latin vocītus (unattested), from Latin vacuus, “empty” from vacāre, “to be empty”.
[Lee Price]
Oct 20, 2014 / 11,392 notes

victoriousvocabulary:

DEVOID

[adjective]

1. not possessing, untouched by, void, or destitute.

2. absence of.

[verb]

3. to deplete or strip of some quality or substance.

Etymology: from Old French devoider, from des-, “out, away” + voider, "to empty," from voide, “empty”, from Old French vuide, from Vulgar Latin vocītus (unattested), from Latin vacuus, “empty” from vacāre, “to be empty”.

[Lee Price]

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Yesterday, I spent 60 dollars on groceries,
took the bus home,
carried both bags with two good arms back to my studio apartment
and cooked myself dinner.
You and I may have different definitions of a good day.
This week, I paid my rent and my credit card bill,
worked 60 hours between my two jobs,
only saw the sun on my cigarette breaks
and slept like a rock.
Flossed in the morning,
locked my door,
and remembered to buy eggs.
My mother is proud of me.
It is not the kind of pride she brags about at the golf course.
She doesn’t combat topics like, ”My daughter got into Yale”
with, “Oh yeah, my daughter remembered to buy eggs”
But she is proud.
See, she remembers what came before this.
The weeks where I forgot how to use my muscles,
how I would stay as silent as a thick fog for weeks.
She thought each phone call from an unknown number was the notice of my suicide.
These were the bad days.
My life was a gift that I wanted to return.
My head was a house of leaking faucets and burnt-out lightbulbs.
Depression, is a good lover.
So attentive; has this innate way of making everything about you.
And it is easy to forget that your bedroom is not the world,
That the dark shadows your pain casts is not mood-lighting.
It is easier to stay in this abusive relationship than fix the problems it has created.
Today, I slept in until 10,
cleaned every dish I own,
fought with the bank,
took care of paperwork.
You and I might have different definitions of adulthood.
I don’t work for salary, I didn’t graduate from college,
but I don’t speak for others anymore,
and I don’t regret anything I can’t genuinely apologize for.
And my mother is proud of me.
I burned down a house of depression,
I painted over murals of greyscale,
and it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to live
But today, I want to live.
I didn’t salivate over sharp knives,
or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge.
I just cleaned my bathroom,
did the laundry,
called my brother.
Told him, “it was a good day.

Kait Rokowski (A Good Day)

this is perfect

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1000drawings:

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commovente:

what if we got little blip bloops in our heart whenever someone was thinking about us? wouldn’t humans feel so much less alone about existing? when will evolution give this to us please let me know thank you

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Black women artists are here, we exist and we exist positively despite the racial, sexual and class oppressions which we suffer. However, we must first point out the way in which these oppressions have operated in a wider context - not just the art world, but also in the struggles for Black and female liberation.
Chila Kumari Burman, ‘There Have Always Been Great Black Women Artists,’ in Charting the Journey: Writings by Black and Third World Writers, 1988 (via blackcontemporaryart)

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pyrrhics:

omg i fucking hate how you got even more hot with age , i thought i was over it i wasn’t

visualgraphc:

Fleur/ Revista - Agostina Lotierzo
Oct 19, 2014 / 1,020 notes

visualgraphc:

Fleur/ Revista - Agostina Lotierzo

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Oct 19, 2014 / 42,008 notes

wildbelles:

SIDE BURN「SUPER HAIR CATALOG」

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Grab the Monet and let’s Gogh
Art thieves in a bank robbery  (via herkindoftea)

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artvevo:

"I don’t give a damn what men find attractive. It’s unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same"
Pulp Fiction, 1994
Oct 19, 2014 / 67,366 notes

artvevo:

"I don’t give a damn what men find attractive. It’s unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same"

Pulp Fiction, 1994

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