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Sometimes I look at people and make myself try and feel them as more than just a random person walking by. I imagine how deeply they’ve fallen in love, or how much heartbreak they’ve all been through.

Her (2013)

Sep 17 @ 1:34 AM
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Traumatic cataract with an iridodialysis (separation of the iris from it’s attachment to the ciliary body) from a blunt injury during childhood.

Photo credit: Cindy Montague, CRA

Sep 16 @ 12:00 AM
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Sep 15 @ 11:58 PM
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A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke.
Vincent van Gogh (via easymomentsandobsession)
Sep 15 @ 11:57 PM
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After curfew, when the streetlights
came on and the moths began their soft howls,
the kids on my street grew into their bones.

Their hands and knees stretched like tides.
Their pockets dug deep enough for a pack of
cheap stuff, deep enough for other people’s
hands to slip in and pull on loose thread.

After the mothers slept and the fathers didn’t,
the kids on my street grew tired, grew weary,
grew tingles in places with no bone,
only wanting.

They brought each other
into their basements, fucked each other dry,
kissed each other, kissed each other, they kissed.

In October, when the chill got ugly,
few necks still bare, the kids
on my street carved the pumpkins
into the shape of any city but this one.

Days later, when the pumpkin had rot,
when the borders of the carved city was
wrinkled and pruned and no border at all,
just a hole with a relit flicker at the centre,

the kids on my street moaned.
They told each other secrets at the curb
where our parents once met, held each other’s
shoulders and they leaned over close
so their lips and ears flirted
and they told each other

we’re gonna get outta here one day, baby,
we’re gonna get the fuck outta here

and they forgot to whisper,
so they all cringed at that, shut their eyes at that,
the kids on my street.

 Curfew | Ramna Safeer
Sep 15 @ 3:21 PM
writings   poetry  
+ 98 Notes
If there is a Brooklyn rooftop,
if it bullies the sun in the morning,
all thirsty and cotton-mouthed,
all parched and wanting,
if it is a place just flat enough for our feet
and our wine glasses
and just high enough
for us to feel like broken rules and vagabond,
if there is something like freedom
in the way we wants boys we can’t have
but have boys we can never
bring ourselves to want,
then be this with me.
Be this kind of lonely.
Be this kind of lost and
uncracked knuckles and
cheap liquor with me.
Be this stained mattress
and yellow dorm room light
and hungry with me.
I will rub the backs of your toes and
kiss your fingers and we’ll mix lipstick colours
like punch and vodka and
we’ll get drunk off of
the soberest feelings and I’ll promise you
things I’ve never seen. So come,
be this kind of woman with me.
Be this kind of alone with me,
the swinging lightbulb and quiet corridor kind,
the finding ourselves kind, the forgetting kind,
the fool’s gold and touching shoulders kind,
the invitation to the rest of all
of my days, all of my littles and all of my forevers,
my getting lost and
getting back togethers.
Be this kind of home with me, the
I love you and I’m not okay and I love you kind,
the maybe I can be that
kind of kind to
you, too.
Candice & Emma | Ramna Safeer (via inkywings)
Sep 15 @ 2:59 PM
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Palace of the Winds in Jaipur, India

Sep 15 @ 2:43 PM
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I have all these things that I want to say to her. Like how I can tell she’s a lonely person, even if other people can’t. Cause I know what it feels like to be lost and lonely and invisible.”

The Double (2013) dir. Richard Ayoade

Sep 15 @ 1:26 PM
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"I love you." ✓Seen at 3:23
Six Word Story by Pien Pouwels  (via oceanflowerbird)
Sep 15 @ 8:14 AM
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trash the place [listen]: an upbeat mix with energetic indie songs that will brighten your day. 

i. i said - the doups; ii. all the rage back home - interpol; iii. two lines in the sky - the lazy faithful; iv. naive - the kooks; v. midnight city - m83; vi. young blood - the naked and famous; vii. west coast - lana del rey; viii. reptilia - the strokes; ix. fight - frankie chavez; x. we are the people - empire of the sun; xi. when you were young - the killers; xii. miss teen massachusetts - skaters; xiii. come a little closer - cage the elephant; xiv. i’ve been lost - you can’t win, charlie brown; xv. two fingers - jake bugg; xvi. run boy run - woodkid 

Sep 14 @ 2:46 PM