November 2010
I can’t be romantic because I have shitty cursive handwriting.
October 2010
“And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And...”
– The Decemberists
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T-Swizzle
In your life, you’ll do things greater than dating the boy on the football debate team.
BUT I DIDN’T KNOW IT AT FIFTEEN.
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Dahoism
daniel: i typically don't feed my hair food
me: that's why your hair does not have a voluminous shine [:
daniel: im not sure how food
would make it do that
and i don't consider olive oil food
hey mum what's for dinner
OLIVE OIL BITCH
Picoult, 2010
There should be a statute limitation on grief. A rulebook that says it is all right to wake up crying, but only for a month. That after forty-two days, I will no longer turn with my heart racing, certain I have heard you call out my name.
I believed, for a long time, that you would come back to me. I began to look for signs—plants that bloomed too early, eggs with double yolks, salt...
“Uni—where the only thing that goes down on you is your GPA.”
FUCK.
yourcerebellum:
Don’t you hate it when you have a cheese, and you are also your cheese’s cheese, and then some motherfucker tries to get at your cheese, and you’re like, “Bitch, what the fuck, that’s my fucking cheese,” then you become angry because even if that motherfucker knew that your cheese was your cheese, they still try to steal your motherfucking cheese?
Hey Darling.
I may look calm, but in my head I’ve killed you three times.
Watch“I believe in a glamorous lifestyle.”
“Obvious bullshit is obvious.”
– Andaru
thatonekidyouusedtoknow:
Hi there. Yes, that would be me. Why are your arms going around me? Hey look, my arms can go around you too. Oh, it’s a hug.
dollyhaze:
feelings are weird
why do i have them
