Sampson & Delilah

I'm a mess, but baby, I'm blessed.
I'm free, I'm jealous, I'm bored..world, hold on. Karma, wanderlust, tears, fears, laughter, alcohol, friends, weed, animals, nature. Fresh air, car rides, windows down, passion. Concerts, freedom, books, attention & affection.
Experience it, enjoy it, just don't fall for it.

Brigitte Bardot à La Madrague, St-Tropez, 1975.

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Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.
Alice Walker, Living By The Word   (via beautyisanillusion)

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Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all about forward motion. It’s all about change. It’s all about that elusive state. Freedom.
Diriye Osman, Fairytales for Lost Children  (via tellmefive)

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Is it just me or you don’t really realise how drunk you are until you are in a bathroom alone???

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Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder.
I sob, I sob.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves  (via loveage-moondream)

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Death blowing bubbles..

Death blowing bubbles..

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