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swimming around my hands / jane’s work
handbookah:

pizzzatime:

acid-bubble-gum:

more. MORE.

Lecture on Nothing, John Cage
aestheticgoddess:

Christian Herdeg
vaxed:

stress less because it’s not worth it
thesweetestspit:

beBarbara Kruger
I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this bullet inside me ‘cause I couldn’t make you love me and I’m tired of pulling your teeth.
Richard Siken, Wishbone (via marcelcastenmillers)

(via hayroad)

Our hearts beat so loud the neighbours think we’re fucking when I’m just trying to find the nerve to touch your face.
Andrea Gibson  (via cosmicspread)

(Source: 5000letters, via cosmicspread)

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