January 2012
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December 2011
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“We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s...”
– Chuck Klosterman (via aequinoctium) always a reblog. (via allysonmarieeee)
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I stole this from someone who doesn't exist...
scrunch- the expression technique that both makes a smile and squeezes the nasal bridge in a way that can sometimes look awkward, but when coupled with confidence, a little spunk, and a bit of computer glow effects, it can be pretty endearing, showing off an attitude and a demeanor that is quite charming,
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“How much of my brain is willfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what...”
– Sylvia Plath  (via zacheser)
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“I love the way you talk. Like spreading plaster nice and smooth. Has anybody...”
– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood | (via berrynice)
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When I got an iPhone they gavel a chance to save...
I let them all go. That was one step in the right direction. Step two: fuck you. Fuck you and your phone calls and your texts every morning. Fuck you and your begging for pictures because you missed my face. Finally, fuck you for treating me like a princess and fuck you for acting like you gave a damn. You’re a fucking liar and I hate liars. Have a nice life, asshole.
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November 2011
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I don't care; I have to tell someone.
I miss you. I miss the way things were in the beginning when you used to play with my hair and open my doors and take care of me when I drank too much. Now, you’re never around. Let’s just pretend that we were never more than friends- pretend that we don’t actually care. Back when I thought you were stupid and knew nothing of your scholarships, just your gang life. When I thought...
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