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me: stop being racist please

family:  listen… liberal hippie trash ….u dont know anything abotu the world….

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My House


The walls of the house aren’t real. 

You hold the roof aloft on your shoulders,

And my house and home 

Is not rooted to the ground. 

Its not rooted in tradition, nor in the hearts and whispers of old men. 

My house isn’t wooden nor made of stone, 

Its warm, 

Flesh, skin, and bone. 

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The whole culture is telling you to hurry, while the art tells you to take your time. Always listen to the art.
Junot Diaz  (via lovely—delight)

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i thought my artist friends would appreciate this omfg


i am so pissed

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