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Cinema without people: Beetlejuice (1988, Tim Burton, dir.)

Stay.

Devon Aoki shot by Terry Richardson

That awesome feeling when you get so comfortable with someone and you realize you’re telling them things you’ve never said out loud before.

The goal is to laugh forever with someone you take seriously.

Friendly reminder that this blog is pro-choice and if you don’t think a woman should have full control of her own body, then kindly unfollow me right now and go to hell

when i was a teenager it felt very revolutionary to be cruel to myself. like some kind of slow passive protest against how much everything hurt. i starved myself of sleep and food and tenderness because it felt right. it felt sharp and angry and radical and i wanted to be those things. adulthood is the realisation that the world is already working to cut into you well before you learn how to do it yourself. caring for yourself and others is the real protest

play with my hair n kiss me