filmsetc:

Sommarlek (Summer Interlude), 1951. (Dir. Ingmar Bergman)
Seeing someone reading a book you love is seeing a book recommending a person.
Unknown

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I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

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eikadan:

Santiago Gamero
thehystericalsociety:

"In the Daisy Field" - 1908 (Via)
lavandula:

tao spring/summer 2007
I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.
Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

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Anonymous asked: hello love, just my input here but I think that the way factories treat animals and the way we over consume it is wrong but i dont think eating it is wrong. and i dont eat meat (:

I appreciate your input ♡ over consumption is definitely a huge problem. I don’t want to contribute to the consumption or cruelty of animals at all anymore. Going vegetarian is a stepping stone to eventually trying to reduce harm to animals in every way I can. It’s all just a personal journey and learning experience :) xx

So I have finished watching Earthlings and I would strongly recommend it- it has well and truly opened my eyes to the cruelty that exists in the production of meat for human consumption as well as the use of animals for entertainment and goods. Watching it was enough for me to decide to give up meat; it really does so much more harm to the world than I could have ever imagined. I know the video is quite brutal, but it is worth learning about. xx

Stop romanticizing people who hurt you.
Six Word Story #48 by absentions

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-Ask yourself why you feel like this. Is it because of an event that has occurred, or are you down in the dumps because it’s the only place you know where to be?

-Sit in your room and cry. It is best, I have learned, to hide under the covers at an odd hour so that your mother does not come downstairs and ask you what’s wrong. Unless you want to be asked what is wrong. In that case, open the door to your bedroom and wail.

-Head over to the library. Drag your fingers over the spines of the books. Read the backs of some. Do not leave until you have a considerable amount in your arms to check out. Fall in love with a few and read them until you can accept that beauty is worth living for. Let the rest sit on your dresser until they have to be returned.

-Don’t leave the house for almost a week. Realize you have not showered in days when you go out to walk your dogs and are glared at by fathers pushing strollers. Fix yourself up out of shame, rather than the desire to.

-Fill up your calendar with things you wouldn’t dare miss: concerts, trips, your best friend’s birthday. Make sure you hang this reminder that things are going to be good somewhere you can see it. If you are quite sad, you might want to consider taping it to your eyelids.

-Use your sadness as an opportunity to create something truly beautiful. Not talented, you say? Please. Some of the best art is idea, not talent based. Find objects on the street and call them sculptures, like Duchamp. Fling paint at a canvas until you feel less upset, like Pollock. Stab the canvas a few times, no one will judge you.

-Start laughing at your depression. Allow it to turn you into a pretentious prick. Only buy jazz records and sit on your front lawn listening to them as you sip an espresso and glare at your socially acceptable neighbors. Give them something to call the cops about.

-Have a few secrets. Run down the street naked each night. Tell your friends, who you’ve also told you don’t believe in God, that you’re going to take a walk. Walk straight into a church just because you like to listen to others sing. Get a tattoo on your ribs. Lie when someone asks you your name. Tell them it’s Florence, tell them you’re a spy, tell them you’re happy.

-Fall in love with a boy because he seems safe. Fall in love with a boy because your mother hates him. Fall in love with a boy because he makes you feel alive. Leave him. Marry him. Forget him. Ask yourself how you will ever be able to stop kissing him.

-Live your life as freely as you please, because if you want to die, you’ve granted yourself a freedom you might not have been able to find otherwise. Quit playing things safe. You’re a bit crazy, let that work for you. Do as many things as you can without fear because you’ll be too busy saying, “Whatever. I could be dead” to be afraid.

-Find yourself beginning to have fun, until one day, you wake up to find your face sore from sleeping with a smile on. Realize that you are happy. Love how your bones tingle with excitement at the thought of living. And then, go. Live. Finally, you are free.

Things To Do When You Kinda Just Feel Like Dying | Lora Mathis

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