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saloandseverine:

La chinoise, Jean-Luc Godard, 1967
nottobeadickoranything:

Jenny Holzer, ”Truisms” (1978)

(Source: dismemberd, via evoked-dreams)

Society has put up so many boundaries, so many limitations on what’s right and wrong that it’s almost impossible to get a pure thought out. It’s like a little kid, a little boy, looking at colors, and no one told him what colors are good, before somebody tells you you shouldn’t like pink because that’s for girls, or you’d instantly become a gay two-year-old. Why would anyone pick blue over pink? Pink is obviously a better color. Everyone’s born confident, and everything’s taken away from you.
by Kanye West  (via cosmicspread)

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y0uwantmexxxo:

M.I.A + selfies

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personalswear:

Paris is Burning
Film (1990)

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If you want to kill yourself, kill what you don’t like. I had an old self that I killed. You can kill yourself too, but that doesn’t mean you got to stop living.
by Archie’s Final Project. Dir. David Lee Miller

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scientificenterprise:

my role at family functions is to look the best and to drink the wine

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sosuperawesome:

Banners by UnicornParadeShop in Vancouver, Canada

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namoradalua:

Nan Goldin. Mary and David hugging, New York City. 1980.

granny-glass:

july: i wrap gauze around my wrists in solidarity. i call over and over and again, give up and come home. i find you damp with neglect, your forehead flat with worry. knelt, smoothing the sheets and counting the tics, the hiss of commitment vibrating in the air. a twitch, a switch, what it is to be adored. i won’t take no. hush, hush. i comb your hair out and find several small bones.

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