Jess, 17.
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(by rosalie andrea)


(by rosalie andrea)

10/19/2014 · 1,991 notes via



cat: places paw tentatively on boob
me: please–
cat: presses paw down on boob
me: don’t–
cat: slowly, agonizingly walks across boobs

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if yr atheism involves belittling people’s faith and attempting to prove to everyone that god doesn’t exist don’t talk to me don’t come near me don’t breathe on me thanks

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r u ever like damn i hate my body but then ur like life is an illusion i’m floatin around on a rock trapped in an orbit around a ball of flame in a vast & largely unknown universe where death is unescapable who gives a shit ???

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Pros of wearing all black: looks so badass

Cons: everyone knows I had powdered donuts

This didn’t go the direction I expected. It was much better.

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Felt like doing a watercolor painting after a sketch was born out of nowhere one late evening. Not gonna explain this one, but I called it “Bird training”. I like it when a painting contains some questions that the viewers will answer in their own personal way, finding unique explanations and meanings.

Watercolor on thick watercolor paper, A3.

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When My Daughter Says it Was Her Fault 


When my daughter tells me the rape was her fault, I will

take her tears and mix them into the smelling salts

that will wake her up whenever she wants to die.

I will teach her the ways of the California Gold Rush:

will tell her that when a boy kneels between her legs without asking

and tries to pan for the prize that will make him rich,

he is only worth coal. Not even bronze.

There will be days when her blood curdles at the sight of a couple kissing,

when all she wants is to wander through the local cemeteries

in search of the person she used to be

before he buried her beneath his body.

There will be days when forgiveness is a forest

that she has no idea how to find her way through,

when only bread crumbs will signal the path to escape.

And when my daughter says the rape was her fault,

I will gather every last crumb of her dignity

and watch as the wolves of the forest

snarl and snap at its smell.

My daughter will stand and beat her chest,

she will howl and prance

until even the monsters beneath her bed

learn to bow down to her

before they begin to dance.                                              

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I went to an Arab-American comedy night and there was a Muslim guy making a joke about being in high school football.

"I was hit so hard, I saw Jesus. Do you know how hard you have to be hit to see somebody else’s god?"

This is what jokes about religion are supposed to look like.

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i can’t take this any more but i will, 2011
David Schlaich (part of his ongoing cancer serie)


i can’t take this any more but i will, 2011

David Schlaich (part of his ongoing cancer serie)

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