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Society for Acquirers of Mysterious Bruises
(and other associated ecchymoses or fibroses)

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I am a big girl. A voluptuous, curvy, dress-wearing lesbian. I love my body; it’s the only one I’ll ever have. I eat a lot of greens and work out and drink gin martinis and put M&Ms in my froyo and sometimes I don’t do anything but watch Project Runway.
I am allowed to look sexy, feel sexy, and be in love. I am worthy of all of those things, and so are you. Own your good and bad, and all the scary parts that you’ve been covering up because it is yours and no amount of judgement can tell you how to love your body. In the words of Sonya Renee, the body is not an apology.

You are magic.

Mary Lambert, via Facebook (via plannedparenthood)

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When I had all the answers, the questions changed…

Paulo Coelho  (via surbeat)

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Lost Words by Michael Faudet

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Wes Anderson Film Posters

An ongoing series by Andrés Lozano

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Cesar SantosFarfalline della Notte 


A necessary message for all the nice guys out there.

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Vincent Van Gogh, the sky (detail) as found in:

1. Wheat Field with Cypresses +

2. Wheatfield with Crows +

3. Cypresses +

4. Starry Night +

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Kotama Bouabane. Melting Words, 2007.

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