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You tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake…You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that.

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metropolisoftomorrow:

via hyperuniverse

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thisrecording:

“You may laugh,” he said, and fell silent for a minute or more. “On Sundays - that was the only day my father took off from work, and even then he sometimes went back into the store if a customer called him - he would take us into the mountains. We played cards, or talked with each other. I hope this is the last time I remember it. But there is little chance of that, is there?”

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partytights:

do you ever look at photos of you as a child and feel bad for that little person because you know that you’re going to ruin their life

I look at photos of myself as a child/teenager and mostly feel sad that that kid spent so long feeling stifled, confused, and unworthy, building complexes that I am deconstructing even now. I feel more at home in my skin and my life as an adult than I ever did as a kid, and when I see those pictures I wish there was some way to reach in and tell that girl that one day everything will be different.

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martinlkennedy:

Illustration by Bob Venosa from Omni magazine #1, 1978

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Me: today I made a salad with tons of fresh herbs. It was dill-icious!

Him: in all my thyme on this planet, thats was one of the worst puns I’ve ever herb.

Me: hey, don’t basil your opinions off of one joke!

Him: I’m having a hard time cumin up with new ones…they might start getting difficult to parsley.

Me: I guess that’s the fennel word.

Him: you know what they say - it ain’t clove-er til the fat lady sings.

(later)

Me: I mustard up some more. Instead of sharing them right away I decided to take some sage advice and tread gingerly. I mint no harm, sometimes I just get curried away!