Kate MacNeil

My skin is a trauma.
My skin is testament and witness.
— Gabriella Torres, from “Mosaic,” published in The Wanderer

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Fuck me into open caskets, I wanna die with this
I wanna stop seeing my psychiatrist
She said “pill pop, baby girl cause I promise you, you tweaked
The empty bottled loneliness, this happiness you seek”
The masochism that you preach
Practice back flip, tragic actress
On a movie with no screen
When the only time he loves me is naked in my dreams

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Noname Gypsy

(Lost by Chance the Rapper feat. Noname Gypsy)

(Source: optimisticbadgirl)

18th January, Thursday — Reblog

Skyline from Tel Aviv

10th January, Wednesday — Reblog

onehelloworld:

My 13 Year Old Brother Committed Suicide
I wake up every morning thinking about death, and I think that this is no way to live.
I dedicate this track to all of my friends who have had to cope with the loss of a friend or family member to suicide.
I’m sorry for your loss. Thanks for calling.

It’s New Years Day, so I’ve been house-cleaning. I came across an envelope containing a project I had backed on Kickstarter years ago. A project I had contributed to.

I looked up the link to see if this artist was still active. And I found my contribution. In less than 7 years, more than 10,000 people have listened to this.

I hope that’s 10,000 who have kept themselves alive. 10,000 people who would be missed, who are loved, who deserve to keep going.

9999 listens

1st January, Monday — Reblog

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Sometimes the bravest
I do each day is stay
alive.

— Jen Rouse, from “Confession,” published in Anti-Heroin Chic (via lifeinpoetry)

30th December, Saturday — Reblog

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Wildly I lay on her, kissed her: eyes, her lips, her stretched neck beating, woman’s breasts full in her blouse of nun’s veiling, fat nipples upright. Hot I tongued her. She kissed me. I was kissed. All yielding she tossed my hair. Kissed, she kissed me. Me, me now.

— Joyce, Ulysses, from one of the passages that led to its banning.
(via 89words)

28th December, Thursday — Reblog

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There is someone in my head but it’s not me.

— Pink Floyd, from The Dark Side of The Moon (1973); “Lunatic,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

24th December, Sunday — Reblog