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October 17, 2015
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I hope the universe blesses you with a moment of peace this week. You’re doing the right thing, and you’re going to be okay.
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Someday you will look back and know exactly why it had to happen.
I never needed to hear this more than I had to right now
(via awkwarddly)
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It could look like someone you know or it could be a stranger in a crowd. Whatever helps it get close to you.
It Follows (2014, director David Robert Mitchell)
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Devendra Banhart
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I thought about the notebooks I filled up in high school, the ones that I’m still too scared to open up and revisit, not because I think my bad writing will make me cringe, but because I’m afraid my bad writing will make me yearn to write like that again—and I don’t mean writing poems that compare my loneliness to a black hole or my love to a prairie devastated by fire, but rather to write with tremendous heart and without concern for taste or craft, without concern for the entire wretched literary canon that has come before me, the literary canon that is still mostly populated by boring, uninspiring white dudes whose writing will never change my life.
Jenny Zhang, “The Importance of Angsty Art” (via elbowplants)
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The Breakfast Club (1985)
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