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two people who were once very close can
without blame
or grand betrayal
become strangers.
perhaps this is the saddest thing in the world.
— Warsan Shire (via hefuckin)


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togepied:

wanting to talk to someone really bad
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but they ignore your message
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and you see them talking to other people
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apatheticghost:

shirts that get tight around the armpit

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langleav:

Wrote this today, hope you like it! Also, don’t forget to pre-order my new book Lullabies from any major book store. To get a special discount now, purchase online at Amazon,BN.comand The Book Depository. xo Lang

langleav:

Wrote this today, hope you like it! Also, don’t forget to pre-order my new book Lullabies from any major book store. To get a special discount now, purchase online at Amazon,BN.comand The Book Depository. xo Lang



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I mean, I hope you’re happy,
But the sky is still the sky without you,
And I’m not surprised by that anymore.
Caitlyn Siehl, from This is Not a Love Poem (via 5000letters)

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Re: Childhood dreams

When I was young, I didn’t dream of becoming a princess. I had my fair share of Barbie movies and Disney Princesses during my childhood but I never wished to be one.

I just didn’t like the idea of frilly fairies and helpless girls, waiting for their princes to save them. I hated that helplessness, that damsel-in-distress thingy. Eww.

You know what I wanted to be? I wanted to be Lara Croft or Ultraviolet or Charlie’s Angels. I used to watch DOA: Dead Or Alive all the time and I prefer it than Barbie.

Martial Arts is so cool and I want to learn each one of them. :D We didn’t have Halloween parties much but if I ever attended one, I would dress up as one.

The Prince Charming thingy is so cliché and I hated clichés even when I was young so yea. :)


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Maybe a relationship is just two idiots who don’t know a damn thing except the fact that they’re willing to figure it out together.
— (via c0ntemplations)

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dad-rock-davos:

transhumanisticpanspermia:

rachellebutler:

Treble clefs by (L to R) Bach, Haydn, Mozart, Beethoven, Schubert, Mendelssohn, Schumann, Brahms, Debussy, and Ravel.
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all musicians across all time periods: “fuck how does that thing go”

Beethoven didn’t even try

dad-rock-davos:

transhumanisticpanspermia:

rachellebutler:

Treble clefs by (L to R) Bach, Haydn, Mozart, Beethoven, Schubert, Mendelssohn, Schumann, Brahms, Debussy, and Ravel.

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all musicians across all time periods: “fuck how does that thing go”

Beethoven didn’t even try


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suzysils:

I think I’m going to write a book called “‘Four Hours Is Definitely Enough Sleep’ And Other Lies I Tell Myself”


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I should not even post this but what the heck

Taken from Abigail Thomas, A Three Dog Life (115)

After all these years I can finally say the words "I want to live my life" without feeling unnatural, selfish, cowardly.

   I, too hope to say those words in the near future. To be able to spend time alone, to think of myself as something that has to do with positive adjectives, to be possessive over things and people without feeling guilty, is something I cannot call as a “hobby”. 

   The thing is, I was raised to put other people first, to remove myself out of the question. And for years now, I live like thinking that is the noblest thing I’ve done so far. To think of other people, to wish them happiness all the time, to make sure that they are fine. No, I don’t regret doing any of those. I feel happy knowing I made someone happy, knowing I made a difference in their lives. I lived my life for others for so long that it felt wrong when I have impulses of putting myself first. 

   I remember when we were asked to write an autobiography for PI 10 and a video of pictures of ourselves for PSY 1 describing what we’ve learned. How I hated putting “I” in there. I did those projects in the third person point of view. 

   I don’t know, even writing this entry, I feel something, as if my fingers keep telling me not to do it, “how could you even write something like this when there are people suffering all around. How dare you to feel sad when clearly you’re the lucky one. How can you even be happy when there are people you’ve broken hearts.”

  God. I’m so tired of those words. I want to erase those, to clear my head of all these things and put myself on the number one of my Most Important People list. 

  WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.


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You come into my house
and marveled at my
fabulous dogs and I marvel
at you.

As sunlight struck your eyes,
I saw the most beautiful
color I’ve ever seen,
not blue, not green, not brown
but a mixture of them.
Swirling pattern of the
eye color pallette.

That glimmer, that spark.
I could look at you forever.

— (k.d.), the color of your eyes #3

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The Past, the Present and The Future

Abigail Thomas, A Three Dog Life