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exotichobbies:  Photo by Julie O’Rourke

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How Many Times Can I Lose My Lighter in a Day: The Trilogy

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Xiao Wen Ju, Asia Chow, Jacob K, Liu Wen, March 2012, Millinery, Tim Walker, W Magazine .


Akos Major, Leisure.

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Ryan McGinley, Parakeets

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How much do you weigh? This is a thing I like to do with myself when I get lost and I get feeling funny. How much do you weigh? Think about how much each person here weighs and try to feel that weight in your seat right now, in your bottom right now. Parts in your feet and parts in your bum. Just try to feel your own weight, in your own seat, in your own feet. Okay? So if you can feel that weight in your body, if you can come back into the most personal identification, a very personal identification, which is: I am. This is me now. Here I am, right now. This is me now. Then you don’t feel like you have to leave, and be over there, or look over there. You don’t feel like you have to rush off and be somewhere. There’s just a wonderful sense of well-being that begins to circulate up and down, from your top to your bottom. Up and down from your top to your spine. And you feel something that makes you almost want to smile, that makes you want to feel good, that makes you want to feel like you could embrace yourself.

So what’s it like to be me? You can ask yourself, What’s it like to be me? You know, the only way we’ll ever know what it’s like to be you is if you work your best at being you as often as you can, and keep reminding yourself: That’s where home is.

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April, 2014

Stephanie Dimiskovski

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"Young writers should read books past bedtime and write things down in notebooks when they are supposed to be doing something else."
Lemony Snicket (via soulsscrawl)
"i point to my breast, say once wounded. point to my mouth, say battled. point to my hands say have, have, and have. i am pointing, acknowledging, understanding, and letting go, kneading my muscles and my flesh. learning to smile for real this time. and in the process i am building myself up again. there was fire. there were embers. there was ash. and here i am. i am smiling shyly and standing here, now, in front of you, holding my palms outstretched. i am trying to be vulnerable in the rawest, most uninhabited sense that i can be, open again in a way that i haven’t been since i was in reykjavik last june, so apart from my world that i felt like i was myself again, that i inhabited myself fully. i am so tired of playing the game of existing, of knowing how to make people love me, and feeling as if i’ve been giving away these fake, small little slices of my pseudo-self as a way of allowing myself to feel, to truly feel, to love, to truly love, in every definition of the word. instead of coping with the loss of my adolescence, instead of trying to clutter myself up with small, small loves to compensate for the way the small girl-child in me had been left, i am here acknowledging my solitude. i am here acknowledging my smallness, my bursting points, my unending, unyielding capacity for love. i am standing here with my palms outstretched, and asking very gently for you to hold them. because this time, i’m really scared. this time, in this new life, this new world, i will take the chance of feeling for myself again. and there is love here. there is love. and it is something that we have never thought to look for before."
shinji moon (via carthaginianpeace)
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A man that you met the month your heart was snapped in half walks in.
And then you remember how fragile you were, how you were so cracked open you made a fool of yourself in his bedroom.

How you were a baby doe learning how to walk again. How you kept saying “love me love me love me” in a whisper to his ear. How he heard “I’m open I’m broken hurry up and fill these holes.”

You will be 6 months removed from a night in his sheets.

You will simply look down at your book and say a thank you prayer to the god of your whole-again heart.

Desireé Dallagiacomo - Poet Extraordinaire (via grammatolatry)
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