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i quit smoking cigarettes
opticallyaroused:

A Misty Mood
Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.
written by Frida Kahlo
kai-ni:

I feel the need to name my tiny cacti
what should I name my tiny cacti?
straangetimes:

Monterey Bay Aquarium (by danielpivnick)

anarchistonfoodstamps:

happy 4/20 here’s a new demo from my band

edit: FFO early brand new, siamese dream era smashing pumpkins, nirvana, hum

dumb-looking:

haha fuck i’m so bald
So now the sadness comes — the revelation. There is a depression after an answer is given. It was almost fun not knowing. Yes, now we know. At least we know what we sought in the beginning. But there is still the question: why? And this question will go on and on until the final answer comes. Then the knowing is so full, there is no room for questions.
written by Log Lady, Twin Peaks (1990)
zacheway:

#campthis #bigsur