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Oh well, what the hell, you obviously want to be alone, so I’ll leave you alone. Go ahead and think away to your heart’s content! But don’t get me wrong. I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You were so nice to me when I was having my problems, but now that you’re having yours, it seems there’s not a thing I can do for you. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside. Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via larmoyante)
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I want you to
fuck me
senselessly
because what logic
do we need to
undress each other-
fingernails in back,
mouthes going slack,
bodies posed for an attack?
What reason is there to find
in the sweat we leave on each
other’s skin?
You are no formula.
You are a language I want
to learn how to moan in.
Primal Desire | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

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Perth, Western AustraliaMichael Goh

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Perth, Western Australia
Michael Goh

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detatchment

madfrey:

mdann:

Late last night, I deleted every non-integrated app I had on my phone bar VSCOCam, Instagram, Commbank and Weatherzone. I’ve been going through my dashboard here and Instagram unfollowing a lot of blogs and people too. I’m an artwork job or two away from abandoning Facebook altogether. If you have some zany way of knowing, it’s nothing personal.

The difference between the lives people present online, and the world as it actually is, is widening beyond my ability to mentally handle anymore. There’s this gap between what you see of someone online and what you see of them in real life that has been bothering me for a long while and I’m at a point where I only want to know people as they actually are. I don’t want a showreel, or a series of selected highlights. I don’t want oddly intimate yet personally flattering details about anyone. I don’t want to feel like I know people when really, I don’t. I know less than 10% of the people on my Facebook account. I don’t really know many of the people on Instagram or Tumblr either, photographers and artists and columnists notwithstanding.

I’ve been slowly withdrawing my personality from the internet for a while for this reason. I don’t want to put too much of myself into this thing. I’m happy to share the things I see, the work I create, but there is a lot that is for real conversation only, not the online sphere.

For someone who has depended on the internet for a long time, over a decade of heavy use, it’s hard to push it out of your life. Really, that’s an understatement and a half. I have leaned on the internet consistently through my teens and twenties for help from people I don’t know, to the detriment of real world relationships. I have hidden behind text walls because talking about issues has always been too hard for me in the real world. I have relied for a long time on friendships that have no tangible value, just words on a screen. My mental health has often hinged on those friendships, rather than physical ones. I had given myself a narrative long ago where the real world chewed me up and spat me out and the only people I could count on were display pictures in chat windows. I still sometimes believe it, but that mentality has to go.

I don’t want two or three fragmented versions of everyone I know. And I don’t want there to be two or three fragmented versions of myself. I am me, whole. And you are you, whole. But only in the real world.

Mike has nailed it once again ^

(Also I find this post kinda creepy as I was discussing this same idea with someone last night).

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thinkveganworld:

Cruelty to animals is standard practice in the meat industry.  Conditions are so extremely brutal that the industry has pushed for laws that prevent animal rights advocates from filming what goes on inside slaughterhouse walls.  How can meat eaters not reconsider their habits when informed that the truth behind meat production is so horrible it needs to be hidden from public view?

thinkveganworld:

Cruelty to animals is standard practice in the meat industry.  Conditions are so extremely brutal that the industry has pushed for laws that prevent animal rights advocates from filming what goes on inside slaughterhouse walls.  How can meat eaters not reconsider their habits when informed that the truth behind meat production is so horrible it needs to be hidden from public view?

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Few of us have seen factory farms, the insides of animal experimentation labs, or the process of slaughter. This kind of obfuscation is useful - it keeps us in the dark, distanced from the real conditions that are necessary to produce what we consume. Yet, if we are able to get behind this intentional confusion and demystify commodity relations, what excuses are left for us when we continue to do the same old thing over and over again? Animal exploitation is all around us, and though few of us are actually willing to do violence to animals directly, a great many of us are willing to have that violence done for us. Asking someone else to do your dirty work for you doesn’t mean that it isn’t dirty. And when it comes down to it, if we are serious about justice, serious about equality, and serious about our commitment to looking after the least among us, we owe something to the animals who suffer voicelessly among us. Bob Torres, Making a Killing: The Political Economy of Animal Rights (via vive-veg)

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