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Uma pequena parte do meu imaginário particular aberta ao público. D.C., 18 anos.

"I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk."
Joquesse Eugenia (via neuromanticism)

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"i promise that someday
i’ll buy you a place
where you can say “what a nice view”
and i’ll agree
while looking straight at you"
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Ali Michael by Petra Collins for Oyster #104

Ali Michael by Petra Collins for Oyster #104

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"Though I may seem at times somewhat distant from you, through the gray mist of my own moods, I am never far; my thoughts always circle around you."
Friedrich Nietzsche Selected Letters (via hrsvt)

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justaguywitharrows:

ignoring-spiders:

theyoungradical:

mass producing your fake revolution

the fucking irony

This image is a metaphor for everything wrong with neoliberalism.

justaguywitharrows:

ignoring-spiders:

theyoungradical:

mass producing your fake revolution

the fucking irony

This image is a metaphor for everything wrong with neoliberalism.

(Source: fuzzyhorns, via violenceavecelegance)

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"The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness."
Vladimir Nabokov  (via rabbitinthemoon)
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"People want the rugged authenticity of being different without actually being punished for it — and I understand why they do it. I recognize the insecurity. Just a decade ago, my peers were flinging words like “terrorist” and “faggot” to me in the halls of our high school. Now I’m “trendy” and “fierce.” Either assessment rings lonely and desperate. How they are tremendously afraid of being insignificant. How the fantasy of race that they have projected on my body makes me have some mystic power they are jealous of. They are afraid of boring. They are afraid of being nothing. They are in a constant state of falling — grasping for all of the bindis, beards, dashikis, gauges that they hold on to to feel relevant. And what hurts the most is that when they do it, it magically becomes beautiful. It becomes a beard worth $8,500 and not a beard worth five bullets. When the white body wears our scars, they finally become beautiful."
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