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Yesterday, I spent 60 dollars on groceries,
took the bus home,
carried both bags with two good arms back to my studio apartment
and cooked myself dinner.
You and I may have different definitions of a good day.
This week, I paid my rent and my credit card bill,
worked 60 hours between my two jobs,
only saw the sun on my cigarette breaks
and slept like a rock.
Flossed in the morning,
locked my door,
and remembered to buy eggs.
My mother is proud of me.
It is not the kind of pride she brags about at the golf course.
She doesn’t combat topics like, ”My daughter got into Yale”
with, ”Oh yeah, my daughter remembered to buy eggs”
But she is proud.
See, she remembers what came before this.
The weeks where I forgot how to use my muscles,
how I would stay as silent as a thick fog for weeks.
She thought each phone call from an unknown number was the notice of my suicide.
These were the bad days.
My life was a gift that I wanted to return.
My head was a house of leaking faucets and burnt-out lightbulbs.
Depression, is a good lover.
So attentive; has this innate way of making everything about you.
And it is easy to forget that your bedroom is not the world,
That the dark shadows your pain casts is not mood-lighting.
It is easier to stay in this abusive relationship than fix the problems it has created.
Today, I slept in until 10,
cleaned every dish I own,
fought with the bank,
took care of paperwork.
You and I might have different definitions of adulthood.
I don’t work for salary, I didn’t graduate from college,
but I don’t speak for others anymore,
and I don’t regret anything I can’t genuinely apologize for.
And my mother is proud of me.
I burned down a house of depression,
I painted over murals of greyscale,
and it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to live
But today, I want to live.
I didn’t salivate over sharp knives,
or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge.
I just cleaned my bathroom,
did the laundry,
called my brother.
Told him, “it was a good day.”

- Kait Rokowski, A Good Day (via w4nderlvst)

(Source: justsingyourlifeaway, via jomamas)

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takesamuscle:

Jenny Holzer
Full Moon Dates for 2014

silverwitch:

January 15th
February 14th
March 16th
April 15th
May 14th
June 12th
July 12th
August 10th
September 8th
October 8th
November 6th
December 6th

(via jeneega)

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hazeyblvd:

Always faded, always blessed
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Zoe Saldana: “We don’t breed skanky, coquettish, giddy little girls. We breed women.”

durgapolashi:

"When asked about her experience shooting with these testosterone-heavy casts, she barely hesitates before telling me that, despite working with men she respects, there have certainly been times when “you’d see all the boys together, and they’re discussing the scene and what’s going to happen….

i think i’ve fallen in girlcrush love with zoe kravitz and devon aoki and zoe saldana and fuck

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katesmoss:

Devon Aoki by Patrick Demarchelier
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unimpulsive theme