February 2012
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This has just crossed my mind;
I feel sorry for myself and this tumblr blog that I don’t do anything but reblog things I find funny
It’s the same with twitter when I don’t actually tweet anything but engage conversations with everyone
I think I’m in the period where I’m losing the reserved/monologue/loner side of me and have been in touch more with my talkative/lowthresholdforhumour...
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divastrider:
rum—ham:
me: I'm so full omg I'm not gonna eat for days
me: are those brownies
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adamusprime:
i was over at my grandparents’ house and i was talking to my pretty senile granddad about the internet because he asked
and he was like “so you have thousands of young people reading what you write?”
and i asked them if there is anything he would like to tell them
so here is irvin robertson’s advice to the youthful masses:
“when you decide what to do with your life, the most...
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“Grammar is the difference between knowing your shit and knowing you’re shit.”
– My flammable roommate’s fabulous writing professor (via commodore-sparklebutt)
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When my bangs are in the perfect length they seem to grow out of it in a matter of seconds but when I get the smartypants-hairdresser-thinks-you-look-good-with-motherofloving-too-short-of-bangs drama you can go by a week pulling your own hair and cursing at it for not growing faster
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Here I am, lying on my bed, under a layer of thick, heavy blanket. I was doing nothing until I got reminded of you. I don’t know why - it’s probably the weather.
I was thinking about what I thought was right two years ago. Two years. That sounds so long. Has it been that long?
It came rushing back to me. Sometimes just the pieces. Sometimes the ones that make me want to grin....
lexcanroar:
going through every single...
January 2012
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December 2011
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“There are times when the only thing you want to do is to scream, “I love...”
– this was on my draft since a year ago.
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November 2011
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♫ What a waste, I could’ve been your...
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"So," she said, moving away,
“Now you know how badly someone wanted you, Charley. Children forget that sometimes. They think of themselves as a burden instead of a wish granted.”
October 2011
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August 2011
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July 2011
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We tell ourselves stories.
We weave together different plot lines, wondering if the outcome of the story might be different were we to have done or said something other, all the while knowing that the various alternative outcomes are just more stories - fictions meant to distract us from what’s actually happening.
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