“not natasha,” a photographic essay on eastern european sex trafficked slaves by dana popa
(documentary, the real sex traffic; film, lilya 4-ever)
I sit before flowers
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up. Shane Koyczan, The Student (via amatiive) Lundi mai 5 @ 03:10am with 4 573 notes
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up. Shane Koyczan, The Student (via amatiive) Lundi mai 5 @ 03:10am with 4 573 notes
Lundi mai 5 @ 02:20am with 190 028 notes
After changing to fit into society, you are eventually going to want your old self back sooner or later
Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have.
Henry Rollins (via allegorys)
Lundi mai 5 @ 02:20am with 350 notes
I give you fair warning before you attempt me further, I am not what you supposed, but far different.
Walt Whitman (via mfblackmamba)
Lundi mai 5 @ 02:20am with 25 notes
Let them miss you. Sometimes when you’re always available, they take you for granted because they think you’ll always stay.
Anonymous (via sickur)
Lundi mai 5 @ 02:15am with 92 050 notes
- teacher: where's your homework
- me: where's leonardo dicaprio's oscar
