Kurt Cobain, Nirvana, In Utero, 1994

Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Howl”

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"I am finally a woman willing to feed herself—light, bread, joy. Sometimes, you don't know that you're starving until you've had a proper meal. That's when your heart really begins to howl—when it learns what it's been missing."

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ripped all my bootstraps off im pulling myself up by the g-string these days

why did someone tag this as dean winchester

Les dites cariatides (1984) dir. Agnès Varda, poem by Charles Baudelaire

guys..... I'm re-entering my klance era...... and I redrew this old comic to start us off <3

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"There is an impulse in moments like this to appeal to self-interest. To say: These horrors you are allowing to happen, they will come to your doorstep one day; to repeat the famous phrase about who they came for first and who they'll come for next. But this appeal cannot, in matter of fact, work. If the people well served by a system that condones such butchery ever truly believed the same butchery could one day be inflicted on them, they'd tear the system down tomorrow. And anyway, by the time such a thing happens, the rest of us will already be dead.

"No, there is no terrible thing coming for you in some distant future, but know that a terrible thing is happening to you now. You are being asked to kill off a part of you that would otherwise scream in opposition to injustice. You are being asked to dismantle the machinery of a functioning conscience. Who cares if diplomatic expediency prefers you shrug away the sight of dismembered children? Who cares if great distance from the bloodstained middle allows obliviousness. Forget pity, forget even the dead if you must, but at least fight against the theft of your soul."