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“All these thoughts in my head aren’t my own.”
— Alanis Morissette, Tapes (via music-and-quotes)
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With the simultaneous rise in antibiotic resistance, the anti-vaccination movement, and with modern air travel, we’re in for one doozy of a plague.
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“I always knew I was an excellent liar; I just didn’t know that I had it in me to fool myself.”
— Lauren DeStefano, Wither (via books-n-quotes)
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“I will be your poet, I will be more to you than to any of the rest.”
— Walt Whitman, Selected Poems (via books-n-quotes)
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Spotify could become a dating app where it matches you with a person who listens to the same songs as you.
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““She didn’t know what [he] did to you,” but how could she not? She must have been there at the end of him and I, every step of the way. Just whispering sweet-nothings into his ear as he became more and more distant with me. However, I guess that would make it too easy right? If I hated her and I hated [him] for both being such bad people? I guess I’ve thought about it; she might even be a really nice person. It’s been years though, and she won’t stop coming into my life and taking things —the people— that mean the world to me.”
— My Letters to Myself [4]
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ashtray143 · 6 years
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i always thought of a king sized bed as being a bit bigger than a queen, but now that i have one, i can tell you that a king sized bed is an absurdity. i can sprawl out, and my husband can sprawl out, and the cat can sprawl out, and none of us are touching. i reach out in the night, and find only pillows and plush walruses. i reach further and eventually find his elbow. he rolls over the comforters to try and find me. “i have crossed oceans of bed to be with you,” he says. there is a vast expanse of bed untouched, unmapped, unexplored. the cat is still trying to sleep on my face.
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What makes this attractive? What makes us smart or lovable? what makes us deep, or what makes our behavior socially acceptable? The generations. The generations before sets our standards and our generation reshapes society in unapproved ways. Nobody feels safe and cared for anymore. And not to mention it’s hard to be accepted into a society that you don’t agree with.
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“I’m learning that love isn’t about sacrificing anything or being unhappy for the sake of another’s happiness. Love is just love. A mutual state of happiness for eachother, real support; it truly is what happiness is made of. And that’s why I was never one hundred percent good and happy. Whatever [we] had, it wasn’t love; a destructive infatuation perhaps.”
— My Letters to Myself [3]
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click to see a spooky ghost
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me???? tired???? sleepy??? yes constantly
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happy halloween! here is a ghost duet
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