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I drive home, a speeding electric blue Mazda weaving between lanes. In this moment, I am not acknowledging the other cars. The guardrails. The police station directly across from my house. This place is not a home, so I haven’t exactly been familiar with calling it a ‘home’. There is no comfort here. My spine twitches with the desire to fracture. Arriving at my doorstep, my mother has her boyfriend over. I know she is already drunk, and so am I, but a small piece of me wishes she wouldn’t be. For once. Unlock the door. Greeted by the dog. She is curled up on the couch with him, a slurred ‘hello’ leaving her lips. I am alone here. I have myself tonight and I’m not sure if I trust her. I put a total of 15.8% alcohol content into my system tonight and I feel fine. Maybe this is what it means to be okay. To feel nothing when you actually try to.

recap of the first time i saw an x-ray of my spine // Haley Hendrick (via haleyincarnate)

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LMFAO 😭😭😭😭 THESE ARE TOO MUCH.

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My piece for the Gravity Falls art show at Gallery Nucleus :)

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Is this game 420 friendly? Can I blaze it? Is it 84o friendly? That’s when I get twice as high, at 8:40 at night. That’s for the professionals only. I saw a comment from someone that said: ‘It’s so adorable when Dan says 420, it’s like an old man learning the new lingo.’ 420’s been around forever, yo! I was smoking when your mom was getting banged. By me. I’m your dad. I meant to tell you I’m your dad.

Dan Avidan, on Gal Gun: Double Peace (via grumpquoteoftheday)

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Dear future daughter,   1. When you’re at some party, chain smoking on the roof with some strange girl with blue hair and exorbitant large dark eyes, ask her about her day. I promise you, you won’t regret it. Often times you’ll find the strangest of people have the most captivating story to tell. 2. Please, never mistake desire for love. Love will engulf your soul, whist desire will emerge as acid, making its way through your veins, gradually burning you from the inside out. 3. No one is going to fucking save you; anything you’ve read or heard otherwise is bullshit. 4. One day a boy is going to come along whose touch feels like fire and whose words taste like vanilla. When he leaves you, you will want to die. If you know anything at all, know that it is only temporary. 5. Your mental health comes before school baby, always. If it’s midnight, and you have an exam the next day but your hands have been shaking for the past hour and a half and you’re not sure you want to be alive anymore, pull out that carton of Ben and Jerry’s and afterwards, go the fuck to bed. So what if you get a 68% on the exam the next day? You took care of yourself and at the end of the day that will always come before a high test score. To hell with anyone who tells you differently.

A.N (via whatcameafter-you)

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… And then it’ll hit you. 
It’ll hit you when you’re shopping for paper towels and it’ll hit you when you’re loading your car with groceries. You’ll sit in your car and you’ll think about who you were last week and the week before that and so on until you finally get to who you were ten years ago,
and you’ll run your fingers through your hair. It’ll hit you.
It’ll hit you when you’re pulling into your driveway and it’ll hit you when you put the can of beans into the pantry. 
You’ll look around your kitchen and glance out the mini window above the sink to see the grass outside.
It’ll hit you.
It’ll hit you that this is your life and you aren’t the person you were. You aren’t screaming into your pillow at 1am hoping it’ll help the pain. You aren’t staring in the mirror picking out every flaw. You aren’t holding your stomach as you cry, trying to muffle the sobs.
Instead, you’re shopping for new curtains and trying to figure out what pillows go best with your couch,
because this is your life now, and it’ll hit you.
You made it.

E. Grin (via written-in-pen)

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Trees can get email in Australia. In 2013, trees were assigned email addresses by the city of Melbourne  so its citizens could report potential problems, but people ended up writing thousands of love letters to their favorite trees instead. Source

Sometimes the trees even responded…

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Gabe Aceves

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I am told, the stars still shimmer and that the tired sun still sets. But the only light I’ve ever known was the sparkle in your eyes.

Topher Kearby (via lovelustquotes)

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I accidentally came out to my parents after my surgery

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Rethink homelessness