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Hi, I'm Jessica. 18 years old. Aspiring photographer and writer. Born and raised in Kansas City, Missouri. Moving to lovely Providence next year to attend the Rhode Island School of Design (undecided major).

I'm going to try to post more of my own work on here. But click on photos/quotes/etc for sources.
catswithsocks:

marydear:

Frida Kahlo - What the Water Gave Me (1938)

catswithsocks:

marydear:

Frida Kahlo - What the Water Gave Me (1938)

You have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they overwhelm you. Too far, and they abandon you.
Hanif Kureishi (via mishproductions)

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angrynerdyblogger:

do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup

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Sooo I get to see this lovely, badass lady tonight and I’m pretty damn excited. I was obsessed with her album “The Family Jewels” about four years ago and it helped me through a lot of shit, including high school. Plus she’s still one of my idols. I really hope she’ll play stuff from her old albums (Hollywood, I Am Not a Robot, etc) so I can sing along and embarrass myself. 

Sooo I get to see this lovely, badass lady tonight and I’m pretty damn excited. I was obsessed with her album “The Family Jewels” about four years ago and it helped me through a lot of shit, including high school. Plus she’s still one of my idols. I really hope she’ll play stuff from her old albums (Hollywood, I Am Not a Robot, etc) so I can sing along and embarrass myself. 

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conveyor blog: Pine Tree Ballads // Paul Thulin

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” Pine Tree Ballads is a poetic vision of land, family, and time. A small farmhouse on Gray’s Point is surrounded by a dark forest of ancient pines struggling against the incessant nor’easter gusts of the Atlantic Ocean. History creaks in the swaying limbs of this land…

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