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bitches will bring a million things to do on a train ride or long car trip and then spend the entire time looking out the window and daydreaming. i’m bitches
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Looking through old photos and I found one of my junior homecoming dance. It was the night after my dad's funeral. My friend who'd stayed with me the entire week, in my bed, through all the tears, made me get out of bed that night. She pulled my shirt up over my head and told me to get in the shower. She washed my hair for me. She curled it. She rubbed foundation onto my face, lined my eyes, and put me in my dress.
She contacted my other friends who were feeling awkward and unsure of what to do and told them the party was still on, to meet at my house for photos before the dance.
They all showed up, and I went to the dance, and we all screamed and cried, and I took my first step to healing.
I haven't spoken to that girl in five years. Nothing happened. I moved away. She fell in love. We grew apart and into our own lives.
It's strikes me how beautiful the ephermeral nature of teenage friendships can be.
We may not need each other now, but there was a time when I needed her more than anyone. And sometimes she needed me.
And the universe put us together just then. Just when it was most important. Not a year too late or too soon. The same town, the same school, the same classroom where we could meet. Right when it mattered.
We come and go from people's lives every day, and along the way we may get a chance to love someone fully, just for a little while.
I'll remember every single one.
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domestic sweetness!!!! getting groceries together, buying home decor together??? making traditions??? cooking dinner while badly singing along to the radio??? making each other breakfast in bed??? leaving notes around the house for each other??? i’m so soft,,,,
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California Dreamin’ by The Mamas & The Papas except it’s playing from a box radio while you sit on the porch of a Yosemite Ranger Station in the very early morning. It’s summer. It’s 1979. And you love your job.
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i can have a little unrealistic romantic fantasy. as a treat
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you: exfoliated, moisturized, glowing, just done a sheet mask, drank ur water,
the boy ur thinking abt: doesnt moisturize, hasnt even touched a face mask in his entire life, dusty, drinks soda only
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i wanna be WOOED this decade, fully and unrealistically WOOED
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You know, Katniss and I… we’ve been… we’ve been luckier than most, and I wouldn’t have any regrets at all, I-I-if it… if it weren’t… THE HUNGER GAMES: CATCHING FIRE (2013)
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sex is intimate and sacred. your body is a temple and you shouldn’t share it with anyone who doesn’t scream the lyrics to Mr Brightside
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dont talk to me or my 47 porn blog followers ever again
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[me internally while someones talkin to me] wow they Really Think i kno wats goin on rn…
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@ people who add nice things in the tags on my selfies: I hope u get everything u want in life
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how often on a daily basis do you wonder if you’re One Of Those Annoying People Who Cant Take A Hint and people only respond to you bc they feel obligated
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au where i’m not a useless piece of shit
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