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sour-bees:

bear-style-jitsu:

tachibanamakotos:

sterileritalin:

tachibanamakotos:

U ever start watching a movie and immediately think “Wow this has way too many white people.”

If you do,go back the the hole you came from because thats racist

if u actually think that me saying that theres an overabundance of white people in movies is racist then boy do i have some news for u

Every lord of the rings ever

Especially Lord of the Rings

I feel like a shit ton of movies and tv shows feature way more white people than they should. I always wonder what it would be like if the extras on a show were actually representative of people all around the world and not like 85% milky white fucks

http://tachibanamakotos.tumblr.com/post/99157812313/u-ever-start-watching-a-movie-and-immediately tachibanamakotos

swordofcandy:

i want to be
your drunk text
your i cannot sleep text
your first thing
in the morning text
your i cannot stop
thinking about you text
your oh my god
i love you text

someday
maybe

- c.m.j.

wildflower-collective:

"T(ex)ting"
Lora Mathis & Kasey Reinbold
August 2014

It’s over.

All that remains in place of a relationship gone sour is a collection of hurt feelings and angry text messages.

Things you couldn’t have said in person. Things you probably shouldn’t have said from behind a keyboard. 

T(ex)ting is a series that explores how the termination of a relationship interrupts routine, and how technology’s capacity to convert the emotional to the tangible (in the form of archived text messages) can prolong the healing process that follows a break-up.

Graphics by Kasey Reinbold
Photos by Lora Mathis
Concept / Art Direction by Lora & Kasey

Anonymous asked: what do you do when the person you love, doesn't love you?

lora-mathis:

Hurt / cry / hit “be enough” into my knees, and then move on so fully that when they text me a few months later and say, “hey, how are you?” or “we should get coffee,” or, “i think of you all the time,” or, “I don’t have anything to say you’re just on my mind,” I have to stop for a second and remind myself who they are. And then I roll my eyes, reapply another coat of lipstick, and reply, “Haha, ok.” 

Riding in his car,
with his hand creeping up my thigh,
he tells me that I’m a mystery.

He wants to know
who I was before he touched me,
so he plucks the name of each
past lover from my mouth.

But I am not a graveyard where
mens’ touches have come to die.
There are no tombstones
inside of me, waiting for someone to
blow the dust off of them.
My chest does not come with
names and dates etched into it, so please,
quit looking for the face of each of my ghosts.

There is more to me
than who I have loved.
You will not
learn who I am
by learning how I’ve
been touched.

I Am Not Another Place You Can Die In | Lora Mathis  (via lora-mathis)
http://lora-mathis.tumblr.com/post/67301256934/riding-in-his-car-with-his-hand-creeping-up-my lora-mathis

sext: I want to feel your lips burn away all of the inky parts where sadness hibernated in me.
sext: I would swallow the moon to glow for you.
sext: I would bake a pie just to give you the largest piece.
sext: I want to take a trip to your childhood and double dutch to your heart.
sext: I want to write poems on you with my tongue.
sext: I want to fall asleep with you inside of me.
sext: You are both the smoke and the match. I’ll inhale you as you watch me burn.
sext: Do you feel how I explode when you slip your fingers into me?
sext: You could be the sun.

Sexting You To Sleep | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
http://lora-mathis.tumblr.com/post/80759320027/sext-i-want-to-feel-your-lips-burn-away-all-of lora-mathis

su-ic-id-al:

i want it to be 2004 again and come home from 1st grade and grab a chocolate chip granola bar and watch lizzie mccguire and thats so raven and not hate myself 

http://healingx.tumblr.com/post/60192574953/i-want-it-to-be-2004-again-and-come-home-from-1st healingx