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The saddest things in the world:

-people forgotten on their birthdays
-old people eating alone
-animals left behind by their humans

(Source: hicscream, via pulppineapple)


i observe men in silence, how they leave plates on dining room tables, how they slam doors, how they take up whole couch with legs sprawled and lounging arms, how they do not filter speech, too confident, too loud. voices always violent, everything a war.  

(via lesbian-ness)

teacher: are there any classes you are struggling with?
me: the bourgeois
teacher: what
me: what
karl marx: nice


your side of the room remains neatened dust free; like unsupervised hands, never-still, pulling fine wool through a bucket of pastel tinted water. your sketches remain covered in rings where too-strong coffee or old tea leaked through steamy mugs. it’s clear to me now on these rainy days that the dust and clean pages must be as lonely as I am, without your stains and tidy hands.


My ultimate goal is to be even quieter.