“I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn’t.”  -Albert Camus (The Stranger) 

'Flushed' is an exploration of the physical states of arousal: a dilated pupil, a bead of sweat—the subtle changes that mean everything. 
Photographed by Scottie Cameron for Vice Australia’s 2014 Fashion issue


seeing people in ouija board sweaters


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this guy was watching the vmas with me and now he’s educating himself how precious is that

he keeps asking me all these questions about aspects of feminism and he’s like “so basically it’s about letting women do what they want without being judged for it” and I was like yea and he was like “oh okay that’s so simple why isn’t everyone a feminist” it’s precious

update: I banged him
Of course, you never really forget anyone, but you certainly release them. You stop allowing their history to have any meaning for you today. You let them change their haircut, let them move, let them fall in love again. And when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you knew exists somewhere, but you are separated by too much time to reach them again. Chelsea Fagan, How We Let People Go (via vrban)

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Having to explain a joke is like going to prom with your sister

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