source: lightbones
16 May 2013
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In the right context, every word is a profanity.
Sherman Alexie
#sherman alexie #quote #droppin wisdom on twitter all the timeWatching parents try to navigate campus buildings is the #1 joy of graduation week. Bless their hearts. The number of grandpas I have heard cursing at stairs in the last 20 minutes.
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I have to believe that caring for myself is not self indulgent. Caring for myself is an act of survival.
Audre Lorde (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
source: onlinecounsellingcollege
16 May 2013
I made my friends Adventure Time characters with this thingy!
:3 Guess which one is meeeee
#favorite friends
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The truth is this:
my love for you is the only empire
I will ever build.
When it falls,
as all empires do,
my career in empire building will be over.
MINDY NETTIFEE, “This Is The Nonsense Of Love” (via howtoleavetheozarks)
#MINDY
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We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land. It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other’s opposite and complement.
Hermann Hesse (via likeafieldmouse)
I am sitting on the heart of this city
Letting it teach me how to say goodbye
Tucking myself into the folds of its hills,
And it feels like crawling into bed with someone who is grumpy in the morning but still loves the shape of your thighs.
When I try to stuff my pockets with keepsakes,
It is only because I am trying to remember the exact street corners where I met every version
Of the self I am trying to become.
Who let Joe Trohman have a Vine
#your spaz level is at a zillion and i need it at like nine #wow just kidding please never change
How to Tame Lions
Yesterday I was watching an episode of CSI
and the girl who was murdered looked just
like you—long brown hair, collarbones, bigeyes that closed when she kissed this boy
in the flashback scene. I talked to you aboutflowers as the dead girl’s body bag was zipped
by the medical examiner, and I wondered
how each informed the other, or if my motherwould’ve been happy to learn that the girl
drowned in the trunk of the car because a manpushed it in this lake, that the girl tried so hard
to get out her fingernails ripped off. Once
at the circus when I was nine, they broughtout the lion tamer and I think I remember
a small part of me, somewhere around mysternum, wanted her to get mauled, ripped
apart. If you asked me now what I dream
about every time I’m drunk, I would tell you,The opposite of restlessness and the start
of wonder, that moment when the lions undermy skin fight and claw and gnash their way
out, and my blood makes waves, flowers,
stars. I wonder if the murdered girl who lookslike you felt that just before she died, and one
of the clues in the case was monarch butterfliesso my guess is yes, her heart leapt from her
body in peace as her pulse gave out. I want
to ask you if you know what I mean, if you’vefelt this freedom, if the world has stopped
humming through your cells. You laughinstead and tell me of planets and sunflowers,
and the girl’s killer is shot through the stomach
by her father. He’s only paralyzed, and thismakes me cry. You take an eyelash from me
so I’ll calm down and tell me to wish instead,and I do, into pretend constellations that look
nothing like lions or butterflies or corpses at all.
I don’t say it aloud because I want it to come true.
source: attheendofthesky
15 May 2013
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