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apiologies:

me like ‘haha yeah i can DEFINITELY write a five page paper in two hours!! time is a construct, deadlines have no meaning and also i’m dead inside’


this-is-not-native:

So while combing through the interwebs for .pdf books on unrelated subjects, I happened upon zinelibrary.info- an anarchist collective dedicated to the free distribution of radical literature. They have a lot of titles by authors mentioned in this post, as well as…




"You don’t realize
The pounding impact of
“I love you”
Until someone
Actually means it.
And you don’t realize
How deeply those words
Echo in your ribcage
Until you watch them
Evaporate in thin air."
-Could You Draw A Line Where You Stopped Loving Me? (via passionandwords)

"

the woman
carried herself
like God
worshipped her body.


even the devil
will pray for forgiveness
at the holy sight
of her.

"

I was initially planning on being a casual fan, but then I thought, why not just let it consume my soul instead? 


thatsonofamitch:

emkaymlp:

please no halloween posts just yet. there’s still 2 months left

did someone say halloween
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profoundboner:

bpdlevi:

"you’re obsessed with your mental illness"

i know right? it’s almost like it impacts every part of my life

"it’s all in your head"

I know right? it’s almost like it’s a mental illness


"What I remember most about emotional abuse is that it’s like being put in a box. How you end up in there is the biggest trick – I never managed to work that one out. Maybe you think it’s a treasure box at first: you’re in there because you’re special. Soon the box starts to shrink. Every time you touch the edges there is an “argument”. So you try to make yourself fit. You curl up, become smaller, quieter, remove the excessive, offensive parts of your personality – you begin to notice lots of these. You eliminate people and interests, change your behaviour. But still the box gets smaller. You think it’s your fault. The terrible, unforgivable too-muchness of you is to blame. You don’t realise that the box is shrinking, or who is making it smaller. You don’t yet understand that you will never, ever be tiny enough to fit, or silent enough to avoid a row"