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I was making Japanese, and she's watching DVDs, in Oakland


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Me on my wedding day: you still like me right
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Do you have doubts about life? Are you unsure if it’s worth the trouble? Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person’s face as you pass them on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing. Stand up and face the east. Now praise the sky and praise the light within each person under the sky. It’s okay to be unsure. But praise, praise, praise.

" —

"The Shared Patio", Miranda July

(via cinnamonriver)
3 notes "Are you angry? Punch a pillow. Was it satisfying? Not hardly? These days people are too angry for punching. What you might try is stabbing. Take an old pillow and lay it on the front lawn. Stab it was a big pointy knife. Again and again and again. Stab hard enough for the point of the knife to go into the ground. Stab until the pillow is gone and you are just stabbing the earth again and again, as if you want to kill it for continuing to spin, as if you are getting revenge for having to live on this planet day after day, alone." —

Miranda July

(No One Belongs Here More Than You)

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22,478 notes "April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself." — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via larmoyante)
2,001 notes "What a weary time those years were — to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability." — Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye (via larmoyante)
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a haiku for the bus driver who deliberately drove past me

slimmof112:

I swear to god bruh
Let me catch you in the streets
Bruh I swear to god

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437,360 notes "I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it." — Winona Ryder  (via stay-ocean-minded)

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101,622 notes "and i knew it was bad
when i woke up in the mornings
and the only thing i looked
forward to was going
back to bed" — poems from my uncle’s grave  (via oceanlist)

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2,327 notes "Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don’t know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It’s that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don’t know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless." — Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky (via larmoyante)
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