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Sep 2, 2014 / 118,298 notes


so no change
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Aug 31, 2014 / 176,232 notes


you should NEVER BE EMBARRASSED ABOUT YOUR LAUGH like of all the things that you should not be embarrassed about that is maybe the biggest. that is your happy making sound. i hope it sounds like a crazy donkey. you are beautiful. 

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Aug 31, 2014 / 18,625 notes
You can decorate absence however you want - but you’re still gonna feel what’s missing.
Siobhan Vivian, Same Difference (via larmoyante)

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What if you went to a parallel universe and were going to meet your evil self but the version of you there is actually really nice and you’re the asshole

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Aug 30, 2014 / 177,785 notes
  • plot twist: you are everyone's first choice.
when my mother was pregnant with her second child, i was 4
i pointed at her swollen belly confused at how my mother
had gotten so big in such little time
my father scooped me in his tree trunk arms and said
the closest thing to god on this earth is a woman’s body
it’s where life comes from
and to have a grown man tell me something so powerful at such a young age changed me to see that the entire universe rested at my mother’s feet
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we’ve all got that weird pretty big secret that we don’t really hide but like we don’t flaunt it like “My brother died of cancer” or “I’m gay” or “I tried to kill myself last year” or anything really and when you find out somebody’s big plot twist you know you’re in this friendship for the long run

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Hi! by Masatsugu Ohashi on 500px
Aug 30, 2014 / 986 notes
You wanted so badly for him
to be a good prayer you could
tell your mother about it,
and you wanted so badly for him to be
the good days where it was easy to breathe
and dance and love like you meant it.
But he’s just the ache in your knees now,
and you’ve got poison underneath your tongue,
and you’re waiting to kiss him one last time,
and you’re waiting to ruin him.
But everyday ends the same,
and you’re left wondering where to
put the relics left behind from
the timelines you loved him in.
You used to expand like a universe
without apology,
and now you are breaking limbs
trying to make room for the
ghosts you let come back from the dead.
You brave, brave thing.
One day, you’re going to
stop leaving the door open
for people who only know how
to keep leaving,
and you’re not going to be sorry for it
ever again.
Y.Z, we’re all still learning (via rustyvoices)
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