paintdeath:

Gay rights activists kiss as they are detained by police officers during a gay rights protest in St. Petersburg
h-o-r-n-g-r-y:

“I’m in love with people’s hands and the way they clench their fists and the way their fingertips lightly press down onto piano keys or thighs. Calloused fingers or dainty fingers. Hands writing poems or memos or parking tickets. Hands writing futures. To me, every crease on the palm is a love line.” — Mesogeios
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lesbian-en-skate:

lifeofshralp:

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duoble:
"Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels."
Natalie Standiford, How to Say Goodbye in Robot (via larmoyante)
zaxareniaaa:

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"

Chapter One
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost …. I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter Two
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But, it isn’t my fault
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter Three
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit … but,
my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter Four
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter Five
I walk down another street.

"
Portia Nelson, “Autobiography In Five Short Chapters” (via feellng)