Little girls, this seems to say, never stop upon your way.
Never trust a stranger-friend; no one knows how this will end.

(Source: utopianoverlord, via seekanotherpath)

“If someone called me pretty, I’d sneer and smear more glitter on my face. I didn’t want to be just pretty — I was wild, crazy and free. I talked about sex, about drinking. When men do that, it’s rock and roll, but when I did it, people assumed I was a train wreck. I played confident but still felt like an outcast.”

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Kesha is Very Important to me

(via synecdoche)

Love her.

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"She’s chosen. It’s in her blood, as it was in yours.


ETA: This is a scene from The House I Live In, a film on the American drug war and its effects on communities of color, education, the class disparity and the prison industrial complex.  I cannot recommend this film highly enough.

(Source: nutnics, via witchylwaxana)


It’s all part and parcel, the whole genie gig.

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“Fiction is one of the cruelest drugs in the universe because it just makes us feel like the reality we live in is inadequate.” Danisnotonfire 

(Source: throughtherabbithole29, via thiswayyonderthatway)

any star you want, pick it, and its yours.

(Source: xxgoldie12xx, via queencosima)



some relatable teen things:

  • transcending the infinite void
  • becoming a god
  • amassing unfathomable amounts of dark energy
  • ascending from this foolish mortal coil
  • seeing the infinite
  • gaining complete omnipotence


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Photographs of Cincinnati’s former main public library branch, built in 1874 and demolished in 1955.

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daydreams of living independently and being financially stable

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I am not turning down the money. I am turning down you! You get it? I want NOTHING to do with you! Ever since I met you, everything I ever cared about is gone. Ruined. Turned to shit. Dead. Ever since I hooked up with the great Heisenberg, I have never been more alone… I HAVE NOTHING! NO ONE! ALRIGHT, IT’S ALL GONE, GET IT? No, no, no, why… why would you get it? What do you even care, as long as you get what you want, right? You don’t give a shit about me! You said I was no good. I’m nothing! Why would you want me, huh? You said my meth is inferior, right? Right? Hey! You said my cook was GARBAGE! Hey, screw you man! Screw you!

(via fictionism)

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