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“Sometimes it is the smallest thing that saves us: the weather growing cold, a child’s smile, and a cup of excellent coffee.”

— Jonathan Carroll

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reblog if you’re a safe place for:

lesbian

gay

bisexual

transgender

queer

pansexual

demisexual

ace

hopeless romantics

cis-men

cis-women

non binary folks

the whole spectrum etc…

follow everyone who reblogs ;)

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"can you multi-task?"

yes, I'm losing my head and chilling at the same time thenkyaww

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The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

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To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.

Sappho | Leonardo Bistolfi | Safet Zec | Richard Siken | Brokeback Mountain (dir. Ang Lee) | Emery Allen | Ron Hicks | Jorge Luis Borges | Holly Warburton | Richard Siken | Joseph Lorusso

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Me too :(:

i wanna hug someone and roll around w them in my bed and bury my face in their chest and smell them and jus feel their arms around me

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um guys... why is my spotify ad person speaking in Japanese?? is it so just for me???

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I wish I wrote the way I thought; Obsessively, Incessantly, With maddening hunger. I'd write to the point of suffocation. I'd write myself into nervous breakdowns, Manuscripts spiraling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing. And I'd write about you a lot more than I should."

~ Benedict Smith, I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought

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my mom says she's not a hugger. but when i put my arms around her on a gloomy day or after bad news she's the last to let go. my dad said he doesn't want gifts on his birthday, but i see the way his face lights up when i get him a card with a nice message and a box full of chocolates anyway. he's just a kid inside, still. it makes him giddy. my brother never says i love you. but when i tell him "i just need to finish the dishes before i vacuum!" he wordlessly goes to vacuum the entire house before i can, and if he sees me struggle with a wrapper or a jar or a bottle he mutters "c'mere" and opens it for me without even sparing me a glance. the thing is, people love you quietly, and you love them quietly, and the air is buzzing with tiny but grand gestures & once you look for them, you find them everywhere. i think that's really beautiful.

~ not me

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Sometimes the place you are offered is so small that, even if you want to stay, you can’t fit in.

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In complete honesty, fuck you.

Fuck this, fuck that, fuck everyone

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3500 years ago a bunch of people decided to build a tower to the sky and now I have to worry about keeping up my Duolingo streak

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The ancient greeks really had graves for dogs. And they carved stuff on the stone like “carrying you here, I now feel as much grief as I felt joy when I carried you home” and “you never barked without reason, but now you are silent”. The human urge to tell a story spans centuries and millennia, and the loss of a really good dog makes you want to tell people - even people centuries in the future, who will never know your name - that there once was a dog who was a very good girl, but now she no longer is and you aren’t sure what to do with all this sorrow.

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ROSAMUND PIKE

by Rachel Lum, 2004

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ha?

every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person

will get “doot doot” in their ask box

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Death gves you a reason to be mine. Death is the only reason we live then why not love because we lose everyday..

Wtf did I just write😬