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My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain from you your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you, and let it devour your remains.

For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.

Falsely yours,
Henry Charles Bukowski

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According to the UN only 25 per cent of women with disabilities are in the global workforce.
Literacy rates for women with disabilities globally may be as low as one per cent.
Mortality rates among girls with disabilities are much higher than for boys.
Women with disabilities face significantly more difficulties in attaining access to adequate housing, health, education, vocational training & employment, & are more likely to be institutionalized. They also experience inequality in hiring, promotion & equal pay, access to training & retraining, credit & other productive resources.
According to the UN disabled women rarely participate in economic decision making.

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Facebook has made it impossible to reach any of the fans of my writing. 

Perfect. 

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i cannot believe this horseshit weather.

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i guess i’m going to start from the beginning of walking dead. 

outofprintclothing:

Happy Birthday, John Updike!

outofprintclothing:

Happy Birthday, John Updike!

(via upperrubberboot)

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We’re adults, but, like…adult cats. Someone should probably take care of us, but we can sort of make it on our own.
— my roommate, on the question “are we adults”  (via shessofuckedinthehead)

(Source: disjunct, via shessofuckedinthehead)

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