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smao- suffering my ass off sol- suffering out loud rofs- rolling on the floor suffering
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shitty horoscopes book viii: medicine
amrit brar (musterni), 2015
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person: you know, what you’re eating right now is actually really unhealthy :/
me: *is confused, because i don’t remember fuckin asking*
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No one ever told me that when a boy wanted me,
it would never be just for the reason of “me”.
Everyone is in love with someone else,
and that’s why they do the things they do.
He fucks me because he loves her,
I am the pill,
but I am not the high.
I am the aspirin,
there temporarily to ease you of your pain,
your addiction,
to the high of her.
Isn’t this always the case,
that the arms you’re being held in
are longing to wrap themselves around something more
familiar?
We do what we do because we are in love,
but not with each other.
We are not in beautiful, satisfyingly safe love.
We are in head spinning, regretful, unhealthy love with others.
We are in pure lust with each other.
Maybe our tongues will touch but you and I both know
it’s just for show,
our minds aren’t on the body in front of us,
but on the bodies that got up and left.
They aren’t coming back,
you and I both know that.
We get hurt and we think that
maybe
just maybe,
we are being let in again,
accepted by those who have sawed us in half
and dragged us across the floor.
But instead we’ll play pretend.
Pretend that we don’t remember the colors of their eyes,
pretend that we remember each others.
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My second grade teacher liked to ask us,
“How do you feel today, on a scale of one to ten?”
Ten always meant I’m super, thank you
and one was always not today, Mrs. MacAuley, not today.
But I never liked numbers, they would always
twist and rebel against my mind so I chose
to speak in colors instead.
January third - I am the color
of mint chocolate chip ice cream
but I’ve eaten all the chocolate chips.
I am calm.
February seventh - I am a bruise of
blues and violets today. I think it would
be best if I sat by the window.
These are unhappy colors.
April eleventh - I am turquoise, I am magenta,
I am every color in the rainbow.
April thirtieth - I am gray, I am silent.
May first - I am orange, the color of melting
creamsicles on a beach in July.
June twelfth - I am as yellow as the school bus
that will bring me home to summer. I am free.
Twelve years later, I still use colors.
The winter makes me feel cobalt blue, the ocean
turns me a seafoam green. Violets and purples
leave me uneasy and scarlet is a fever of fury.
Some nights I drown in shades of navy, denim,
and cornflower but other nights I meditate in forests of
harlequin and shamrock.
But you,
you leave me a blinding white followed by a soft yellow:
the color of sunlight after a period of darkness.
Kelsey Danielle, “A Diary of Colors” (via pigmenting)
i read this poem years ago, and it will always remain as a favorite.
(via pouvoires)
Source: pigmenting
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i always look sleep deprived is that hot
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me: *is sick* aha i'll just sleep it off
me: *is sad* aha i'll just sleep it off
me: *is stressed* aha i'll just sleep it off
me: *thinks about life in general* aha i'll just sleep it off
Reblog if you’d be okay if your friend came out as transgender
let’s see how many transphobics we can weed out
jaywayup
if you can’t reblog this unfollow me right now
one of my close friends came out last night and I’m so happy for her 😊
Before you know it, you’re 20 years old and wondering what happened to that 13 year old girl and why did she spend so long hating herself? But you realize that 13 year old girl didn’t ever see herself to be 20, she didn’t think she would make it that far, but she did, and oh God, she’s so proud of herself for doing so.
Please don’t ever give up. It may be a hard battle, but I promise it’s worth the fight for your life. You can do this. (via cats-tats-recovery)
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*it starts raining*
me: yes
*lighting appears*
me: yES
*thunders explode*
me: YES
*raining intensifies*
me: YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS
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We are neither on good terms or bad. We are no longer anything.
(via viibewithmee)
You know, sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage. Just literally twenty seconds of just embarrassing bravery. And I promise you, something great will come of it.
Benjamin Mee, We Bought a Zoo (via overfierce)
Source: overfierce
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Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep, and you are in California, Australia, wide awake.
Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone, maybe love is not ready for you.
Maybe you are not ready for love.
Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type.
Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce, love is older now, but just as beautiful as you remembered.
Maybe love is only there for a month.
Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit.
Maybe love stays- maybe love can’t.
Maybe love shouldn’t.
When Love Arrives (Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye)
Source: wordsthat-speak
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caluummhood
HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
thejamesboyle
the first post ever on tumblr
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INTJ PERSONALITY (“THE ARCHITECT”)
It’s lonely at the top, and being one of the rarest and most strategically capable personality types, INTJs know this all too well. INTJs form just two percent of the population, and women of this personality type are especially rare, forming just 0.8% of the population - it is often a challenge for them to find like-minded individuals who are able to keep up with their relentless intellectualism and chess-like maneuvering. People with the INTJ personality type are imaginative yet decisive, ambitious yet private, amazingly curious, but they do not squander their energy.
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Today is the day Marty McFly goes to the future!
lsposture
YOU WILL NEVER EVER BE ABLE TO REBLOG THIS AGAIN YOU GUYS
NEVER
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Depression in summer is weird. It’s not dark and brooding, for me - it’s white and hazy and confusing. You feel very absent from everyone and everything. And all the light seems a little too bright for your tired eyes.
broken thoughts (via soofyahn)