You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

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wolfseeker87:

THE UMBRELLA REVOLUTION 

We don’t need any tear gas, we’re crying already.

風雨中抱緊自由。 Brace our freedom among the storm.

It is Day 3 since 28th September 2014, the day Hong Kong Police threw Tear Gas to protestors.

Hong Kong citizens are fighting for democracy to select our own Chief Executive. We don’t want China’s claws on our back and hands on our throat.

Please, Tumblr, reblog and spread the word like wildfire.

SAVE HONG KONG. 

DO NOT LET HONG KONG FALL.

Photo credit to Marieke de Vries

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"She said, ‘You know when you think you know someone? More than anyone in the world? You know you know them, because you’ve seen them, like, for real. And then you reach out, and suddenly they are just…gone. You thought you belonged together. You thought they were yours, but they’re not.’"
- Ava Dellaira (via loveless-people)

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i got drunk last night with my friends and i felt so beautiful and special and loved but this morning i felt gross and icky and fat. and i just drank coffee and coke and ate carbs, too many carbs. i binged on alcohol last night and on chocolate today. i hate myself. why am i like this? i am disgusting

happy-blood:

"If you’ve ever lost someone close to you, they sort of visit you every now and then. In recurring dreams. And usually the dream is that the person never left, they’ve just been hiding. And you can’t wait to reveal to the world that the person’s still there. It feels so real." - Dave Grohl on missing Kurt Cobain.

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