1. so i’ve been watching a lot of how to make it in america, reading a few books on business and complaining a whole lot about my employer. i want to grow, i feel stunted in my life, blocked.

     
  2. 00:13 29th Jun 2014

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    the thing you are most
    afraid to write.
    write that.
    — Nayyirah Waheed (via aestheticintrovert)

    (Source: shebreathesmusic)

     
  3. 21:03 21st Jun 2014

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    When “i” is replaced with “we” even illness becomes wellness.
    — 

    Malcolm X (via amorestavivo)

    This changed me.

    (via losingfatfindingfit)

    (Source: nargessi)

     
  4. 09:54

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  5. 02:28 15th Jun 2014

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    kevinfranzisamonster:

It’s a work in progress.

    kevinfranzisamonster:

    It’s a work in progress.

     
  6. 09:59 13th Jun 2014

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  7. 11:00 12th Jun 2014

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    one day after pay day, after paying my bills, rent and buying limited groceries i have sixty bucks left in my account to last me 7 days. with that i have to squeeze out 21 meals, 14 trips, a doctors visit and two rounds of medication. if i hear one more person around me complain that they might not have enough to go out on the weekend and party i will smash my head  between a wall and the door. i am so tired of just surviving, when do i get to live.

     
  8. 06:17 8th Jun 2014

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  9. 01:48

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    Do you have the patience to wait until your mud settles and the water is clear?
    — Thích Nhất Hạnh (via thelovelyloner)
     
  10. 11:13 7th Jun 2014

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    its freezing tonight. i am armed with one pot of tea, bob dylan, a typewriter and a half a packet of cigarettes. i hate being alone when i know that i could be with me, how disgustingly dependant.