Olive Juice is my kind of thing.

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Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again — and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.
—Joshua Espinoza (via devendrabanhart)

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One of the best photo’s I’ve taken of my cat! Really shows off her gorgeousness
(submitted by intensifiable)

When I’m at work at customers tell me “Oh no, you do it for me. I don’t do computers.”
I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me.
—Tracee Ellis Ross (via wordsthat-speak)

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Camo Kitty
 (via Jesse Peters)