Undecided
I am completely and utterly betwixt and between
f-r-u-s-t-a-t-e-d:

#QUEUE
n-a-s-a:

Comet SWAN Brightens 
peaceful-moon:

travel-through-mountains:

The view right outside my tent isn’t too bad. Sometimes I can’t believe I get paid to do this.

how do i also get paid to do this

'Tell me what happens the first time you see a woman naked.'

'The first time you see a woman naked will not be like you imagined. There will be no love, no trust, no intimacy. You won’t even be in the same room as her.

You won’t get to smile as she undresses you and you undress her. You won’t get to calm her nerves with nerves of your own. You won’t get to kiss her, feeling her lips and the edge of her tongue. You won’t get to brush your fingers over the lace of her bra or count her ribs or feel her heartbeat.

The first time you see a woman naked you will be sitting in front of a computer screen watching someone play at intimacy and perform at sex. She will contort her body to please everyone in the room but her. You will watch this woman who is not a woman, pixelated and filtered and customized. She will come ready-made, like an order at a restaurant. The man on the screen will be bigger than you, rougher than you. He will teach you how to talk to her. He will teach you where to put your hands and he will teach you what you’re supposed to like. He will teach you to take what is yours.

You must unlearn this. You must unlearn this twisted sense of love. You must unlearn the definition of pleasure and intimacy you are being taught. Kill this idea of love, this idea of entitlement, this way of scarring one another.’


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this scared me and made me cry and i am almost embarrassed to post this but quite honestly i would rather fight for this rather than anything else.

men and womens value, and the indescribable importance of intimacy

(via fluts)
I was sixteen, laying on my bedroom floor, choking on your goodbye and cigarette smoke with the 98 degree weather burning tears into my cheeks, screaming for my mother because I figured this was it, I was going to die without you because if I couldn’t wake up and see you sleepily mumbling my name into my hair I didn’t want to wake up at all.
I was seventeen, shaky breath, shaky knees, tired lungs and wet hair but I wasn’t drowning like last summer
-I thought I couldn’t live without you but you were nothing more than a good morning text and someone to pass out next to  (via extrasad)
fuckyeahtheseattlefour:

A photo of Kurt Cobain in the bedroom of his North Seattle home, captured by Courtney Love. Courtney claims that this is her single most favorite photo of Kurt.

Fingers crossed: everything will be better