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It’s easy to miss somebody at 10 pm when you’re laying in your bed falling asleep. But who do you miss at 2 pm, when you’re in chemistry class, or at the gym, or at work? Is it me? Is it me that you miss when you you feel that twang in your chest that something is missing? When you miss the rush of blood through your veins and the way your heart beat was as fast as a hummingbird, is it because you miss me? Do you have to take shot after shot of alcohol or jump off a cliff into rushing waters to get back what I used to give you? Are you like me, finding temporary solutions to make your heart feel the way it did when we were in each other’s arms? My writing used to flow with words about you then it slowed like a stream in the summer as the pain I felt in my chest intensified at the thoughts of how you used to make me feel. As the words slowed I started to forget you; it was like you left and the memory of love left right along side of you. I stopped writing until I remembered your words were the reason I found myself in my own. I know my friends say I’m immortalizing you in my heart by spilling my words out on this paper, but I disagree. I’m immortalizing the memory of love. The look in your eyes when you saw me after I drove countless hours to see you, or told you a story about my day, or when I broke down in front of you and poured my heart out because life was a game and I thought I was losing. The look in your eyes when I put my fingers in you or you went down on me, the love that radiated from you? It’s the way we played ball and emptied out our souls on the court, or in bed, or on the phone. It was sex in random places, and firsts, and adventures. It was the way I had my fathers habit of lying and leaving or my mothers distrust in others that were eradicated when I let you into my heart. It is the memories of innocence, of watching the waves, first kisses, and learning to make up after a fight that I’m immortalizing. It just happens that you’re the source of what I’m immortalizing. I hope you know I miss the sound of your laugh, the feeling of being tangled in the sheets with you at 2 am, and I’d go to the ends of the earth to find a blue that matched your eyes. Its because it’s you, it’ll always be you and that thought used to hold me down as I struggled to fly without having your wind beneath my wings. But now I’m flying on my own, and please know I locked the door to my heart when you left that night, but for you it is always open. You didn’t hold the key to my heart…. You were the key.

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half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole

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We all have that one ex that makes us wonder how much alcohol our bodies can actually take in before we hit liver failure and how after 200,000 years of evolution we are still making stupid fucking decisions.

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Watching someone create this spirograph rainbow is so mesmerizing. 

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Ok so like god bless u cutie

Courteney, 16, ny hmu if you want :) ig: courteney.samantha @capriciousmind

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me @ myself: ok bitch time to get over it

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You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.

Warsan Shire (via lazypacific)

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Tips That Can Save Your Kid’s Life.

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مآ أجمّل أنْ تصمتْ فيْ ؤجهْ منْ ينتظرْ منِك الخِصَام 

وما أجمل أنْ تضحك فيْ وجهْ منْ يُنتظرْ منك البكـاءْ

How beautiful is it to stay silent When someone expects you to be enraged from them. And how beautiful it is to laugh When someone thinks you are going to shed tears.

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Atlanta got me all fucked up

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3D printing is now proving extremely useful in the field of forensic facial reconstruction, a method of identifying skeletal remains. The process consists of recreating the face of a person with only the skull as a reference. 

An artist gradually builds up the face from the surface of the skull, adding clay like layers of tissue until the skin and facial features are in a sense restored. (Source)

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The other day

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5 minutes of racist, homophobic, transphobic anti-feminist Ann Coulter getting dragged on Comedy Central’s Roast of Rob Lowe