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You never liked the way I said it
If you don't get it, then forget it
So I don't have to fucking explain it

inkehli:

it may look like i am lost in the process of analysing monet’s surreal art , but rlly i’m just thinking about how mch i want a pretzel

inkehli:

it may look like i am lost in the process of analysing monet’s surreal art , but rlly i’m just thinking about how mch i want a pretzel

frombudapestwithlove:

Ady Endre Párizsban járt az ősz című versének kézirata egy párizsi kávéház asztalán
Fotó: André Kertész
1932

frombudapestwithlove:

Ady Endre Párizsban járt az ősz című versének kézirata egy párizsi kávéház asztalán

Fotó: André Kertész

1932

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fortiituude:

poppunktunes:

This hit so hard.

fuuuck

fortiituude:

poppunktunes:

This hit so hard.

fuuuck

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notesondesign:

The motto of life

notesondesign:

The motto of life

rad-kiss:

this is the best thing ever. when he knows everything about you - your naked body, naked soul - and still loves you more than anyone else.

rad-kiss:

this is the best thing ever. when he knows everything about you - your naked body, naked soul - and still loves you more than anyone else.

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fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

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Strong female leads need to be made more mainstream. There are some wonderful, wonderful independent films being made with women of all ages. I think that’s what we should try and focus on. There is still an imbalance between insightful, strong roles and stereotypical ones from my personal experiences, but I don’t think it’s a lost cause.

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"Eszméletlenül hiányzik. Legszívesebben most azonnal elmennék hozzá, és megölelném."
by (via tetovalt-sziv)

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Leszek a semmid

inspiredoflife:

Leszek a semmid.
Leszek, csak leszek neked:
Estéd, reggeled,
Utolsó falat kenyered.

Leszek a semmid,
Leszek mindened.
Leszek veled,
Leszek nélküled.

Lehulló könnycsepp arcodon,
Hajadba bele bele kapó szellő,
Kezed között lehulló porszem,
Ez vagyok én neked.


Csak ne engedd el a kezem.