"A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her."
- Such a strong, accurate statement (via 42violethill)
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been listening to Black Skinhead on repeat, so psyched to clean my room
To bikers in my area
Get some lights
For the love of god wear a helmet;
I can tell you for sure, you definitely don’t look any cooler not wearing one
"Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen."
- Sylvia Plath (via allegorys)
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Tracey Emin - My Bed (1998)
The artist’s bed, presented in the state she claimed it had been while in the midst of a suicidial depression brought on by relationship difficulties. Empty booze bottles, cigarette butts, stained sheets, worn panties, “the bloody aftermath of a nervous breakdown”, My Bed was a scandalous installation in its day and though it wasn’t the winner of the Turner Prize, its notoriety has persisted.
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Sometimes I wonder if I’m like a mutant or something because I have dreams about things that I dreamt about years ago. Like last night I dreamt about this magician dude that I did dream about when I was younger and we were on a school trip and we had to pick two people to be a part of a trick and the trick was he killed one of them but this time we were older and it was creepier and I had to pick who got killed and then when I didn’t get killed I got left behind by the school bus and then it turned into a sex dream…… But seriously I’m a mutant, like everyone had aged and everything looked older. So weird
