mjalti:

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humansofnewyork:

“I started selling when I was seventeen.  I didn’t even have to look for customers.  A bunch of my friends were squatting in an empty building near my house.  And they all smoked.  Plus they had people coming over all the time.  Everyone came to me.  It was the first real money I ever had.  I didn’t even know where to start spending.  I could buy real things: game consoles, clothes, all the stuff I’d never had before.  I got some $400 Jordan 9’s and only wore them twice.  The police don’t even care about it anymore.  An unmarked car stopped me while I was skating home last night.  They were searching for somebody who got in a fight.  When the detectives asked if I had weed on me, I told them ‘yes.’  And they weren’t even worried about it.  They let me go.  But I want to stop dealing soon.  I’m almost twenty-five.  I’ve got ten grand hidden under my bed.  But that doesn’t even seem like much money to me anymore.  I could make more, but I don’t want to start growing it.  I don’t want weight in my house.  And I don’t want to sell to people that aren’t my friends.  So there’s nowhere to go.  And I’ve wasted a lot of time.  The money made me complacent.  I’ve been dealing for six years, and I’ve got nothing on my resume.  All I did was work at Macy’s for two months during the holiday season.“

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zodiacmind:

Fun facts about your sign here

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puppetwithapistol:

“Future Beauty” by Irving Penn for Vogue US, October 1989.

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violentwavesofemotion:

“I had thought our love was stronger than belief,”

— Annie Finch, from Spells: New & Selected Poems; “Lamia to Lycius,”

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violentwavesofemotion:

Bertolt Brecht, from Selected Poems: 1913-1958; “Sentimental Song No. 78,”

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deepshowerthoughts:

There will be thousands of random thoughts people have had about you you’ll never know about.

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gnossienne:

Rabindranath Tagore, (“অনন্ত প্রেম ”/Anonto Prem), trans. William Radice

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violentwavesofemotion:

“- Who taught you all this? - Suffering.”

— Albert Camus, from Selected Works; “The Plague,” published c. 1947

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femmesona:

“You ruin your life by desensitizing yourself. We are all afraid to say too much, to feel too deeply, to let people know what they mean to us. Caring is not synonymous with crazy. Expressing to someone how special they are to you will make you vulnerable. There is no denying that. However, that is nothing to be ashamed of. There is something breathtakingly beautiful in the moments of smaller magic that occur when you strip down and are honest with those who are important to you. Let that girl know that she inspires you. Tell your mother you love her in front of your friends. Express, express, express. Open yourself up, do not harden yourself to the world, and be bold in who, and how, you love. There is courage in that.”

— Biance Sparacino (How To Ruin Your Life Without Even Noticing That You Are)

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deepshowerthoughts:

Do you know that tingly sensation you get when you really like someone? That is common sense, leaving your body.

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