March 2011
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crookedtooth asked: Where did you go? :(
January 2011
7 posts
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me: spell...the other word for panties and bras.
mom: underware?
me: wrong wrong wrong
mom: I spilled catsup on my underware! :)
me: now you're just weird.
December 2010
20 posts
If this past year has taught me anything, it’s that life’s not fair. But like all the corny movies say: it is beautiful. or will be. in some moment. All I have left at the end of the year is that blind, foolish faith.
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fireinyoureyes:
ladebbyvita:
Band of Horses -...
"Never love anyone who treats you like you’re...
jkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjk:
crystalsavestheday:
And never love anyone whom you deem only ordinary. Not even ordinarily special or special in an ordinary way.
note to self
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rage-nap:
when you’re just too angry to be conscious anymore, so you lock yourself in your room and sleep it off.
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close the cabinet door softly. refrigerator light spills into the room. I haven’t seen a foggy day like this in a while. pad softly around the creaky spot in the floor, cringe when it groans
you roll over, blue eyes still shut under sleep and hair, and the floor of my soul drops out.
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just for tonight darling, let’s get lost.
I have a long history of running from my problems. literally, physically. removing myself from them.
today I’m not.
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Roll your eyes when I say the word “feminism,” that’s fine. You’re tired of hearing about “female empowerment” and “equal rights.” So am I. It shouldn’t have to be such an issue, really. And often it’s the squeakiest wheels that just don’t turn. But you’re not used to this f-word from my lips, are you? That’s because...
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…should I get my lip pierced?
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. There are two types of people in this world: Ones who, when they go, leave you with more of yourself, and ones who take bits and pieces of you when they walk away.
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November 2010
39 posts
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sundays are for instant coffee, the apartment to myself, bagel dates, playlists titled “starting over,” and packing.
this pisses me off. →
and people wonder why feminists are “angry.”
having to apologize for something you know was right is the most demoralizing thing.
I’m feeling so decadent. I splurged on hummus, and hot fudge sundae poptarts.
