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"she kept her face to the floor, moving in her personal oblivion, her sunflower eyes fixed on the predicament of her life we would never understand."

i just had unprotected sex with my best friend so he took me to buy plan b and we laughed about how platonic the whole thing was. cool.

" Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all about forward motion. It’s all about change. It’s all about that elusive state.
Freedom.
"

Diriye Osman, Fairytales for Lost Children (via onlinebabe)

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Starshine - Gorillaz

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