1. 12:53 20th Oct 2014

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The 6 ain’t friendly but its where I lay up | instagram @Soteeoh


    The 6 ain’t friendly but its where I lay up | instagram @Soteeoh

  2. 12:49

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  3. 02:57

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    But if you insist on being clever, then be clever. Be brave. Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.
    — Catherynne M. Valente, from Deathless (via lifeinpoetry)
  4. 02:55

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    Some days I woke up and got out of bed and brushed my teeth like any normal human being; some days I woke up and lay in bed and looked at the ceiling and wondered what the hell the point was of getting out of bed and brushing my teeth like any normal human being.
    — It’s Kind of a Funny Story (Ned Vizzini)

    (Source: wordsthat-speak)

  5. 02:49

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    This is your Sunday evening reminder that you can handle whatever this week throws at you. Even if school, work or general life isn’t okay, you’ll get through it because you are damn strong and amazing.

  6. 00:31

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    Listen to the sound of wikipedia

    This is a way to listen to changes to wikipedia. You are literally listening to knowledge being added to the world.

    Pluck sounds are an addition, strings are subtractions, and the pitch says how how big the edit is. My heart shudders at this I love it so much.

  8. 23:28 19th Oct 2014

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  9. 23:25

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  10. 23:15

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    I asked my ex, now good friend, if she would ever have an open relationship and she said, “No, I don’t think I could do that” then after a pause and a smile, “but what about love affair friendships?” She went on to describe an impenetrable fortress of female friendship, her own group of best mates who’d known each other since school and had supported and loved each other through almost all of their lifetimes. They sounded far more bonded to, and in love with one another, than their respective husbands. It struck me that we don’t have the language to reflect the diversity and breadth of connections we experience. Why is sex the thing we tend to define a relationship by, when in fact it can be simple casual fun without a deep emotional transaction? Why do we say “just friends” when, for some of us, a friendship goes deeper? Can we define a new currency of commitment that celebrates and values this? Instead of having multiple confusing interpretations of the same word, could we have different words? What if we viewed our relationships as a pyramid structure with our primary partner at the top and a host of lovers, friends, spiritual soul mates, colleagues, and acquaintances beneath that?