February 2012
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I’m happier now, she says cracking the eggs and letting the yolk drip down the side of the bowl. He makes me happy. There are tiny pieces of eggshell left in the batter and she has flour on her skirt, but she is smiling wide and I smile with her.
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class rank and gpa came out
lol
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she littered the road with golden apples to catch your eye and she
wrapped her arms around you,
sang to you sweetly,
quoted Neruda and Hemingway with
her lips tasting of corruption,
and you loved her because you needed to.
she weighed heavily in your chest as you
walked barefoot to the sea,
and the sky was dull and
the ocean was dull and
the earth was too much for you to carry.
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i learnt from the greats
moderateclimates:
I have measured out my life in iambic pentameter; within assonance, assiduous in its attendence, lay the key to my left ventricle. The right—
beat lonely as a daffodil, beneath the sky, blue as bluest blue. Where once petals lay, two eyes that knew more than I would ever know sprouted. Then that flower told me a story, which broke me down to my knees.
I shall compare you to a...
It’s nice to be loved unconditionally.
feministhistorian:
motherfuckingfaggotbrigade:
If you’re a “nice guy” to a girl up until you realize she doesn’t want to date you, then go on about how she’s a cold shrew that friendzoned you and how no girls date nice guys, like, nah mate, girls do date nice guys. You just aren’t a nice guy. You’re a passive aggressive beta with internalized misogyny and a serious victim complex.
bless your...
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“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are...”
– Anais Nin
theoceanofconsciousness:
I don’t think I’ve ever felt as much sadness as I have in the past sixty-five days. I used to love winter because of how pretty the barren earth was, but now I just want life. I want to know that even when it seems like everything has died, the earth can recover and be whole again.
I swear this isn’t about love. I know nothing of love, only dysfunction. god, I need you...
“I was moody and boring before Bon Iver.”
– Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)
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xspinthesky:
“Their Cell” - Girl In A Coma
...
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playing Bach is so incredibly cathartic
got into the all state music festival!
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our eyes are open now, emptiness creeps into the space between our bones. you tell me there is something beautiful in drowning, but the silence is too much to bear (it weighs so heavily on my heart). you hold me close as we fall, your ribs digging into my skin, and whisper “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” again and again until my heartbeat grows fainter and we are swallowed softly by...
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539.
girlbrokendown:
To me skinny love isn’t about fingernails scraping at thinning affections, curling up into your lovers arms with nothing except layers of skin between you but finding streets, oceans and infinite distances against your bones yet you stay and whisper yesterday to each other under the moonlight because no one ever wants to be alone, I prayed for that year too, I wished for it to...
“What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who...”
– Chuck Palahniuk, Choke
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it is not easy
to put on your skinny jeans
when you’ve just showered
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all state audition tomorrow
so nervous
January 2012
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sheistheforever asked: what is love
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I have too many outfits I like and no occasion to wear them. so sad.
Anonymous asked: if you are dying right now, whose eyes would you want to look into?
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Facts:
I have quite a bit of Hamlet memorized.
I have a pretty low singing voice for a girl. On good days, I can hit a D below middle C (although I’m not really a singer so I’m not sure if that’s normal or not).
Rihanna is my guilty pleasure.
I’ve been a vegetarian for about six years now, but whenever I’m really hungry, I find myself strongly craving hamburgers.
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fleshandcereal:
Wolf Like Me| TV on the Radio.
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awakened again by the touch of your breath,
cold on my skin.
how much blood can I shed for you?
it runs down my fingers
slow as honey, sticky-sweet
measured carefully: only as much as it takes
to resurrect you (pour my life into your veins).
I loved you then, with your
saccharine smile and your
promise of Greatness—
but in the dark you waited,
teeth bared and
body aching for...