April 2012
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Tegan and sara announce break-up →
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March 2012
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can I just express how perfect The Walking Dead is
just the whole thing was so well done ugh tv-show attachment tbh
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Zielschmerz
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the exhilarating dread of finally pursuing a lifelong dream, which requires you to put your true abilities out there to be tested on the open savannah, no longer protected inside the terrarium of hopes and delusions that you created in kindergarten and kept sealed as long as you could, only to break in case of emergency.
“You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot...”
– Elizabeth Taylor (via youngforeverxx)
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“1. Run away to Brooklyn. Rent an apartment with a claw footed bathtub. Commute...”
– 5 Fantasy Exit Strategies « Thought Catalog (via roguemonster)
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keepcalmandplaythesims replied to your post: explain? what type of job
That is so great
:3 I am so happy! And plus when I’ve got my book ready, they’ll publish it without much extra cost to me. oh wow. idek how this all happened, I think it was the constant supply of coffee tbh
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Anonymous asked: omfg i thought you were only fifteen you already have two jobs. what am i doing with my life really!
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Anonymous asked: explain? what type of job
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Anonymous asked: freelance job...?
aurora somnalis
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the kaleidoscopic patterns you see just after closing your eyes to fall asleep, a series of hypnotic indigo and black clouds ghosting over red-cyan bird’s nests that dissolve and shiver into disco-floor spiderwebs fainter than campfire smoke against the night sky, which just makes you need to get up and check your email again.
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Anonymous asked: pretty icon!
Anonymous asked: You say you feel invisible but you ignore practically every ask I send you attempting to start a conversation. Hypocritical? I think so.
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A Line Allows Progress, A Circle Does Not | Bright...
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hour·glass
You cannot alter yourself, a delicate composition
of sullen minds and poetic attraction, stored and
subjected to be counted, examined, gathered
in a glass-lined caged filled with grains of
sand. Oh, can you feel yourself
slipping? Can you hold
yourself back?
Frozen.
An hourglass mind
drawn tightly, in at the middle
by this tightly bound cloth, dampened
with ignorance. However subtle, it...
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Pendulum, prelude.
Not regulated,
not secured.
I am a weight,
and I am hung.
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“I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
to lie with my hands turned up and be...”
– Sylvia Plath (via upsa-daisy)
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How about this Arienette, how does she fit into all this? Umm, I’d prefer not to talk about it. In case she’s listening. Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize she was a real person. She’s not.
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“The devil follows me day and night, because he is afraid to be alone.”
– Francis Picabia (via vashti)
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“She was tired of hugging pillows, counting on blankets for warmth, and reliving...”
– Cecelia Ahern (via prima-volta)
“Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And...”
– Louis de Bernieres (via venula)
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