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China Day 51: 陕西, 华山

In a country as populous as China, finding open space to breathe and stretch one's legs is a rare treat. When the air is smog-free and the view in all directions is nothing but misty mountains and sun-soaked clouds, there's really nothing that could be said to adequately describe the experience of just standing over what seems like the edge of the world. 

i love you but if i don’t leave right fucking now i’ll have to kill you

the introvert's haiku

If they wants to see and know, why they don't come kiss and be kissed?

Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston

Final project for Intro to Painting (with oils). I don't know what I was thinking. I could have taken stats or microeconomics.

“And I know Fuck is a bad word, but it sounds so good. Good, like flipping off the preacher whenever he forgets that Eve was Adam’s teacher, ‘cause apples are fucking healthy you patriarchal piece of shit.”

Andrea Gibson (via lipstick-feminists)

In my dreams I stalk the streets of Melville like a ghost.