deep sea baby

shoulderblades:

me tho

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snorlaxatives:

the first person to ever fall asleep was probably like “aw fuck i’m dying” but then woke up hours later and was like “aw yeah that’s the shit i do like”

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iwishgillianandersonwasmymom:

i am into consensual sex, i bathe, and i have gone four months without taking a human life

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Guim Tió - Madrid (2013) X Modern Baseball - Cooke (2012)

sexpansion:

Guim Tió - Madrid (2013) X Modern Baseball - Cooke (2012)

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pet·ri·chor: a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather

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Growing up, I didn’t read novels by women. It’s not that I didn’t want to. It’s almost like I didn’t think that I needed to or, I guess, I didn’t know that I needed to. I was perfectly happy in a world contained by men. I adopted the posture of the brooding male as my own. I was Salinger, I was Kerouac, I was any male protagonist in a novel that one of my boyfriends recommended. I didn’t know that there was a specific female sadness so I was content with relating to a generalized one. And in a way, reading these novels was less of a way to relate and more of a way to learn how to be the type of girl that these male novelists liked. One of my first ambitions wasn’t to be a writer – it was to be a writer’s muse.
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Gabby Bess, in Dazed 

my girl

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This is a really good article. I also spent many early years as a writer reading exclusively male writers and trying to figure out how to be the sort of woman who would inspire them. For me that all changed when I found Anne Sexton and Margaret Atwood.

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Forgive. Forget. Fake it. Chin up. Wear lipstick, make lists, make sure your voicemail isn’t full. Mix protein shakes, send timely thank you notes, sip drinks more slowly, stare at adults’ eyebrows, smile without dimples, develop perfect posture. Be gracious, be kind, eliminate self-pity. Look in the mirror and shift your internal monologue from ‘How do I look?’ to ‘This is my face,’ from ‘What the hell am I doing?’ to ‘This is my life.’ Capitalize your emails, read the news, walk briskly, stay focused, and never, ever let on that you are somewhat lost and sometimes lonely and so completely confused (and would someone please just let me know what it is I’m supposed to do next, where exactly I’m supposed to go–). Just keep going. Go, and do not stop.
written by Jennifer Schaffer, A Checklist For The Age 19 

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dal lake, srinagar, kashmir

reflexes:

dal lake, srinagar, kashmir

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Submarine (2010) dir. Richard Ayoade

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It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now. And you may as well do it now. Generally speaking, now is as good a time as any.
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nevebianca:

Ushiko, a longtime Ghibli resident. 

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