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And I run Fuck Yeah, Skinny Puppy... Sort of. Some days.

Anna, 24.
Neurotic hermit, mirror crack'd, English rose with only thorns remaining. Obsequiously cultivating a veritable garden of solipsistic, cynical nonsense. Gather these impetuous reblogs while you may.
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"Underneath all the texts, all the sacred psalms and canticles, these watery varieties of sounds and silences, terrifying, mysterious, whirling and sometimes gestating and gentle must somehow be felt in the pulse, ebb, and flow of the music that sings in me. My new song must float like a feather on the breath of God."

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St. Hildegard von Bingen, Doctor of the Church (via getmetoanunnery)

#one of the things that cuts me to the quick  #is how easily-dismissed parallels between God and sexuality are  #because there’s this strange nebulous area in the human consciousness  #which we have demarcated for things that feel like they arise from beyond us  #yet have their most profound impact within us  #and sexuality and God both fall within that area  #beyond and yet within  #it isn’t a choice we’ve made consciously; it’s arisen from without  #yet its most lasting and deepest effects are within  #and so when Hildegard or Catherine write about God in (sometimes explicitly) sexual terms they get written off as repressed  #when really it makes sense that they would use the same language because it feels like the same phenomenon (notbecauseofvictories)

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4gifs:

Cat disapproves of camera. [vid]

4gifs:

Cat disapproves of camera. [vid]

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concrastination:

this is one of those things which is a lot more funny in your head

concrastination:

this is one of those things which is a lot more funny in your head

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"At first, I had trouble dating a girl who was recovering from an eating disorder. I couldn’t get by the fact that I may not ever be able to treat her to a nice dinner because she simply could not go out. I hated sitting by and watching her as she ignored the compliments I gave her and constantly commented on how she wished to look like “that girl”, or “her over there”. And it used to bother me that there were so many things she just couldn’t eat.
Then I realized that eating out wasn’t important in a relationship like ours. What was important was our meals together at home, and how I knew exactly what to make her every night. How we sat together at the beginning of each week and spent at most an hour at a time planning the meals we would share. How appreciative she looked when I refused to sit in silence at the table to keep her from focusing on the calories that entered her body.
I almost enjoyed that I knew exactly what she couldn’t eat, and I soon got past the fact that we might not ever be able to order pizza from domino’s on a Friday night while we watched Harry Potter in the living room. All I cared about eventually was helping her, and that was what a relationship should be like.
I loved her so much that I could stand the nights where she stood in front of the mirror and cried, and it would tear my heart to pieces when she would ask me why I could ever love someone that looked like her. I would hold her, I wouldn’t tell her she was beautiful more than once or twice, and that was all. I trusted her and she I enough that we could sit together every night and she could tell me whether or not she had thrown up her lunch, even if I already knew because I was so scared that I watched her after every meal. Even if I knew, though, I never stopped her, because they were her battles, and I knew that no matter how much it hurt, me fighting them for her wouldn’t help.
Soon enough though, I saw that she became more confident. Her trips to the restroom following meals became fewer until I could relax, knowing that there was a good chance she was safe. There were less times when she looked at the mirror and pinched fat that was actually only skin. Finally, she asked me to take her out for dinner. Finally, we ordered domino’s on a Friday night and watched Harry Potter.
And that, that’s what love is."

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Anonymous (via generati0n-hate)

That is beautiful
Absolutely Beautiful

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youknowyourebritishwhen:

The Definitive Stereotype Map Of Britain And Ireland

youknowyourebritishwhen:

The Definitive Stereotype Map Of Britain And Ireland

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I don’t think suicidal people get enough credit for not acting on their suicidal thoughts.

18th April 14

thinerest:

aha-itsme:

This post is for all of you who have survived the urge to end your life, either coming out the other side or still fighting to stay alive. 

I noticed how when someone has a physical illness such as cancer, and they come out the other side or even remission, they are able to celebrate surviving. I think all of the survivors of being suicidal should too.

Congratulations, and keep on fighting.

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banji-realness:

Relationship goals

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aqua-rius:

fearlings:

i can always sit and watch the way the rain hits the waters surface

i could watch this forever

aqua-rius:

fearlings:

i can always sit and watch the way the rain hits the waters surface

i could watch this forever

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wordpainting:

“If I knew that today would be the last time I’d see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul. If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door, I’d embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more. If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I’d take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again. If I knew this is the last time I see you, I’d tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already.”—Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez
Rest In Peace (March 6, 1927—April 17, 2014)

wordpainting:

“If I knew that today would be the last time I’d see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul. If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door, I’d embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more. If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I’d take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again. If I knew this is the last time I see you, I’d tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already.”—Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

Rest In Peace (March 6, 1927—April 17, 2014)