August 15, 2014 | 07:29 AM | 12,506 notes


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August 15, 2014 | 07:28 AM | 1,506 notes
"I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ."

Anaïs Nin (via wordsnquotes)

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August 15, 2014 | 07:22 AM | 157,509 notes



Is Robert Downey Jr’s facebook even real?

It is. And I’ve seen his replies to people and just…he confirmed on Twitter that he runs that fucking facebook and I’m like “YOU!”

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August 15, 2014 | 07:19 AM | 92,965 notes


Acid attack survivors in India model new clothing range for powerful photoshoot

Survivors of acid attacks in India have become the face of a new clothing range designed by a woman who had acid thrown in her face while she was asleep four years ago.Delhi-based designer Rupa and her friends Rita, Sonam, Laxmi and Chanchal modelled the clothes from her new range, Rupa Designs, for photographer Rahul Saharan.

Rupa suffered extensive injuries when her stepmother threw acid in her face while she was sleeping in 2008.

She was allegedly left without any medical aid for six hours before her uncle found her and transported her to hospital, where she underwent eleven operations and spent three months being cared for.

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August 15, 2014 | 07:18 AM | 243,006 notes
"I feel nothing
I feel everything.
I don’t know which is worse."

2 am thoughts (via brokenboob)

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August 15, 2014 | 07:17 AM |

The First Instinct Never Changes

I am an owl that flies through by day

But comes alive at night, bright-eyed

Feeling the rush, the wind through the lights of the darkened 

This is the rhythm of the night, the night, oh yeah

No one taught me how to; 

I opened my eyes and my first cry

And love fell like invisible teardrops around me

And echoed off my growing bones

This is the rhythm of my life, my life, oh yeah

And sometimes, in the bright darkness,

I imagine shapes in my head to that rhythm

Shadowed, strong, swift 

Moving, spreading ‘till my body is but a shape


August 12, 2014 | 04:27 AM |
"…the effect of them on his life was immeasurable. There was a mystery about it. You were given a sharp, acute, uncomfortable grain- the actual meeting; horrible painful as often as not; yet in absence, in the most unlikely places, it would flower out, open, shed its scent, let you touch, taste, look about you, get the whole feel of it and understanding, after years of lying lost"

Mrs Dalloway; Virginia Woolf
August 12, 2014 | 04:25 AM |
"So that to know her, or any one, one must seek out the people who completed them; even the places. Odd affinities she had with people she had never spoken to, some woman in the street, some man behind a counter- even trees, or barns. It ended in a transcendental theory which, with her horror of death, allowed her to believe, or say that she believed (for all her scepticism), that since our apparitions, the part of us which appears, are so momentary compared with the other, the unseen part of us, which spreads wide, the unseen might survive, be recovered somehow attached to this person or that, or even haunting certain places, after death. Perhaps- perhaps."

Mrs Dalloway; Virginia Woolf
August 09, 2014 | 10:15 PM |
"By whether I’d have chosen quite like that if I could have known, thought Mrs Dempster, as could not help wishing to whisper a word to Maisie Johnson; to feel on the creased pouch of her worn old face the kiss of pity. For it’s been a hard life, thought Mrs Dempster. What hadn’t she given to it? Roses; figures; her feet too. (She drew the knobbed lumps beneath her skirt.)"

Mrs Dalloway; Virginia Woolf
August 09, 2014 | 10:04 PM |
"To love makes one solitary, she thought"

Mrs Dalloway; Virginia Woolf
August 09, 2014 | 03:12 AM | 28,158 notes

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"The world wavered and quivered and threatened to burst into flames. It is I who am block the way, he thought."

Mrs Dalloway; Virginia Woolf
July 19, 2014 | 02:23 AM |

Thinking in squares, round and round. A bit like a merry-go-round. Coming off and coming on. Literally.  

A lesson in pacing myself; spacing time out. Not minding much- it’s okay- but I think that you would like all these little things I am seeing and I want to tell you all about them without having to tell you about them. 

Shoes everywhere, on my floor. Things. Continually tidying my room, but I don’t mind so much anymore. I like my room. I’ve laughed here, I’ve cried here and there are some very intimate memories in here. 

Maybe there will be this nothingness after there was a somethingness. Everyone has their fingers crossed, their half-smiles, their gladness that something good came out of these past few months.

But don’t you see, I feel like saying, I had to do everything. I had to go down to come back up. I had to learn this, now. So much good has come out of it. It has just taken a while to see. I had to go a little roundabout way to understand something fundamental about myself that I’ve always known. 

But back to this particular thought cloud- I am not so afraid of the nothingness as I would have been. I am just tired, is all. Tired of the somethingness that will come around again. Tired of the motions, tired of the rush of emotion and excitement, ecstasy. 

There is a lot of truth that I value in the bits of wisdom people have shelled out for me. Learning to love yourself covers so many things and explains so many things. I see it now. 

Worth, worth, what is my worth? I know what it is. Worth is 17 year old Amanda, eyes open to the dusk and feeling the landslide fall around the emotions of that sleepy afternoon.

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July 19, 2014 | 02:09 AM | 1,462 notes

Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland


Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

July 19, 2014 | 02:09 AM | 331,982 notes


Fish on Wheels

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