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I’m an idiot
I’m an idiot
I’m an idiot
I’m an idiot
I’m an idiot
I’m an idiot
I’m an idiot
I’m an idiot

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Real back to school essentials

highly-functioningfangirl:

• Headphones
• 3 interesting facts about yourself
• a slightly exaggerated story about what you did this summer

(via downye)

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Why does everyone leave
What the fuck is wrong with me
Why am I so alone

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Title: Nights In White Satin
Artist: Moody Blues
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classic-tunes:

Nights In White Satin - Moody Blues

Submitted By: Anonymous


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We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
—Anais Nin (via nobunnyluvsyou)

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You remember too much,

my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that?

And I said,

Where do I put it down?

—Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via vrban)

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zootedboy:

*black couple living in a haunted house*

wife: the house haunted

husband: we out this bitch

*everybody lives*

(via downye)

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SO

Imagine meeting a guy
He’s a dance instructor for a club you join
He offers to take you home
He’s a total dork who loves jazz music and singing along badly to classics
You have deep conversations about psychology and religion
You go to a park and you dance with him to no music
You lay on your back and stare at the sky as he tells the stories of constellations from memory
He tells you that you have beautiful thoughts, and respects your boundaries

Now imagine he’s years older.
You curse your luck.

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I fell for you like autumn leaves .

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(Source: yhouna, via koalasauce)

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