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I do not feel good
I’ve got the sad sads
all I want to do is
fuck you
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"All my life, my heart has sought a thing I cannot name."
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  Hunter S. Thompson (via tooblessedtogetdressed)

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viceuk: ManWoman Is Taking Back The Swastika Before World War II, the swastika was a sign of strength, luck, and other decidedly un-Nazi-like good vibes. Unfortunately, it only takes one angry little man with a Chaplin mustache to ruin a perfectly nice symbol (and mustache, for that matter) for the whole world. Here we are, almost seven decades after the guy’s death, and the swastika is still one of the most recognizable and viscerally despised emblems around. ManWoman, a Canadian artist and poet, has been trying to reclaim the swastika from cue ball-headed bigots since the 1960s, when he was tasked with the mission via a series of powerful dreams. As he describes it, he fell into a trance and his soul “soared up into the Womb of the Sacred,” where an old guy in white robes showed him the symbol and told him to redeem it. Two hundred swastika tattoos, a couple of near-beatdowns, and one failed marriage later, ManWoman’s mission is finally starting to pay off. He has written a book, Gentle Swastika, Reclaiming the Innocence, was featured prominently in the 2010 film, My Swastika, and is now the unofficial grandfather of the Reclaim the Swastika movement. And in case you were wondering, ManWoman is not transgender. The name was given to him by the same “dream people” who gave him his quest. It has been his legal name since 1971, but for some reason Zuck still kicked him off Facebook. You can call him “Manny” for short. Read our interview with ManWoman here.
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lesfemmesartistes: Ruth Bernhard, Hips (Horizontal), 1975.
"When you develop an infatuation for someone you always find a reason to believe that this is exactly the person for you. It doesn’t need to be a good reason. Taking photographs of the night sky, for example. Now, in the long run, that’s just the kind of dumb, irritating habit that would cause you to spilt up. But in the haze of infatuation, it’s just what you’ve been searching for all these years."
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  Richard, The Beach. (via narriko)

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