WALL OF BOOKS


Hi. My name is Paige but sometimes people call me Alex and I like you.

Sara Quin, reading, bikes, rats, trees, flowers and other shit.


Read the Printed Word!


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You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”.
—Erin McKean, You Don’t Have to Be Pretty (via tited)

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longdistancedrunks:

Holland, 1945 // Neutral Milk Hotel

But now we must pack up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on

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macarena-of-time:

my personality varies from unbearably clingy to disturbingly distant and there is no inbetween

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Trapped in a hopeless unhappy relationship pls send help

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likeafieldmouse:

Frederic Chopin - Prelude No. 4 in E Minor, Op. 28 - Martha Argerich

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stop unfollowing me this is my only source of self esteem 

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