Middle of Nevada on the 50, “the loneliest road in America” / September 2014

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"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red."

Kait Rokowski  (via tromos)

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Undergrowth with Two Figures, 1890, Vincent Van Gogh

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"My mother says when I get older my dusty hair will settle and my blouse will learn to stay clean, but I have decided not to grow up tame like the others who lay their necks on the threshold waiting for the ball and chain.

In the movies there is always one with red red lips who is beautiful and cruel. She is the one who drives the men crazy and laughs them all away. Her power is her own. She will not give it away.

I have begun my own quiet war. Simple. Sure. I am one who leaves the table like a man, without putting back the chair or picking up the plate."

Sandra Cisneros, “The House on Mango Street” (via elucipher)

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