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Rory. London. 19. A writer, of sorts. I want to do things. rorhor on twitter.

lordearthistory:

A Bigger Splash by David Hockney // “Buzzcut Season” by Lorde

lordearthistory:

A Bigger Splash by David Hockney // “Buzzcut Season” by Lorde

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sandandglass:

Daily Show correspondent Michael Che tries to find a safe place to report from.

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"For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over again."
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via un-exotic)

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teenagebillionaire:

Drake’s probably still in that chair

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the greatest source of stress in my life is the conflict I have over writing. I’m doing a writing degree and I don’t even know if I’m a good writer. and i need to be a lot more than good to achieve anything I would like to. but I don’t write enough. I get to self-conscious about what it is I’m doing, whether it’s any good, what other people would make of it, whether it will impress people, whether it’s anything better than what hundreds of thousands other people my own age are doing. how am I ever actually going to make any money? how am I going to stop my life becoming a huge failure? I feel that’s my current trajectory - unhappiness, being very poor, living at home…

which brings me onto the second biggest source of stress in my life - home. mother. family. this house. the dynamic. the way I’m treated. the way I’m looked down on. the way nothing will ever change. sometimes I feel like the only way I could ever actually change how my mother thinks of me is if I make her a huge amount of money. like somehow I become successful and can give her a shit ton of money and somehow buy her satisfaction with me as her child. I don’t know how I can do it through any other means. it’s always about money.

I want to move out so so so so badly but I don’t know how I ever will.

i hope i wake up in the morning as a different person.

I went to a friend’s house last night and I really didn’t want to be there and I got slapped in the face by a drunk girl who I’ve never really got on with that well and I just wanted to leave and nobody could get their head around it. spending time with other people has become something that I have to majorly invest in. it comes so naturally to all my friends. it took me two hours to get to her house so yeah I wanted a fun evening where I didn’t get slapped in the face. I went to bed about two hours before the rest of them. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

this is my 10,000th post

I can’t work myself out and I want to be able to do so much but I feel like there’s wall up in front of me but the wall is me, I know it is. but that doesn’t make it any easier to break down.

I convince myself that the wall is my mum and maybe it is but it’s the mum inside my head. or I think it’s this house but it’s the house I’ve built around my head to stop me from seeing out.

I don’t know if I’m supposed to be blaming myself less or blaming myself more. no one ever tells you these things definitely.

I got a haircut today and they didn’t even bother to cut about 30% of my head and so now it’s all off and I have to go and get it done again and it’s just these little things that get to you isn’t it. I feel like a dick

so often I want to scream

I’m gonna go for a while

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lastmimzy:

The cat’s like WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU BRING HOME

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lordearthistory:

Self-Portrait (September 1889) by Vincent van Gogh // “Still Sane” by Lorde

lordearthistory:

Self-Portrait (September 1889) by Vincent van Gogh // “Still Sane” by Lorde

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fuckindiva:

M.I.A. on set of Bring the Noize video clip by Liz Johnson-Artur, 2013

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"Last year, in total, British police officers actually fired their weapons three times. The number of people fatally shot was zero. In 2012 the figure was just one. Even after adjusting for the smaller size of Britain’s population, British citizens are around 100 times less likely to be shot by a police officer than Americans. Between 2010 and 2014 the police force of one small American city, Albuquerque in New Mexico, shot and killed 23 civilians; seven times more than the number of Brits killed by all of England and Wales’s 43 forces during the same period.

The explanation for this gap is simple. In Britain, guns are rare. Only specialist firearms officers carry them; and criminals rarely have access to them. The last time a British police officer was killed by a firearm on duty was in 2012, in a brutal case in Manchester. The annual number of murders by shooting is typically less than 50. Police shootings are enormously controversial. The shooting of Mark Duggan, a known gangster, which in 2011 started riots across London, led to a fiercely debated inquest. Last month, a police officer was charged with murder over a shooting in 2005. The reputation of the Metropolitan Police’s armed officers is still barely recovering from the fatal shooting of Jean Charles de Menezes, an innocent Brazilian, in the wake of the 7/7 terrorist bombings in London.

In America, by contrast, it is hardly surprising that cops resort to their weapons more frequently. In 2013, 30 cops were shot and killed—just a fraction of the 9,000 or so murders using guns that happen each year. Add to that a hyper-militarised police culture and a deep history of racial strife and you have the reason why so many civilians are shot by police officers. Unless America can either reduce its colossal gun ownership rates or fix its deep social problems, shootings of civilians by police—justified or not—seem sure to continue."
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