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I’ve had a baby and things are different than they used to be. But it probably won’t be that way forever. My body is a forest.

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I find myself being less and less available online.

I had my formative years during the dawning of social media, where we posted everything we were doing. We didn’t think about “the internet is forever” but instead posted our thoughts freely. Went to a park? Upload pictures to PhotoBucket and post them! Got drunk at a dorm party? Post it on Facebook! Got in a fight with your family? Post it on LiveJournal! Wanna say hi to a friend? Post it on their Facebook wall! Got brunch? Post it on Instagram! Got a present? Brag about it on Instagram! Took a selfie? Run it through Facetune and post it on Instagram!

I’m so not into it anymore.

The social media landscape is cluttered with so much noise and posturing for clout. It doesn’t feel authentic and real anymore.

I just went on vacation and challenged myself to not post while I am on it.

Why does any random person need to know exactly where I am?

Why should I take time out of my experience to do what? Get likes?

I’m left feeling as if it was a success but at the same time am a little disappointed/disturbed by how many of my connections to other people are based on social media. Most people didn’t even remember that I was going away despite telling them directly. Why should they when Facebook or Instagram will let them know?

Seems like we’re in between a rock and a hard place - social media is a poison that we now need to survive. It’s so hard to keep up with everyone otherwise.

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I started a new hobby - LARPing. Here are some photos of my character, Erwin Mirafiel. She is now the Monarch of the Winter Court.

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Dear Brienna from 7 years ago…you did. 💕

“Marry someone who lets you have a bite of their brownie, even when you said you weren’t hungry. Marry someone who laughs at the same things you do. Marry someone who kisses your nose on a cold day. Marry someone who you can watch Disney movies with. Marry someone who is proud of you whether you earn £5 a week or £5,000 a week. Marry someone who you can tell everything to. Marry someone who isn’t afraid or embarrassed to hold your hand in public. Marry someone who lets you take over when decorating a cake. Marry someone who you can spend the day in IKEA with without feeling stressed. Marry someone who wraps you up inside their coat in the winter. Marry someone who accepts your fears and phobias. Marry someone who gives you butterflies every time you hear their key in the door. Marry someone who you don’t always have to shave your legs for. Marry someone who accepts you all day every day, even when you don’t look or feel your best. Marry someone who puts three sugars in your tea, despite telling them “just the two”. Marry someone who doesn’t judge you when you eat your body weight in cookies. Marry someone who doesn’t make you want to check your phone, because you know they will reply. Marry someone who waits with you to get on the train. Marry someone who understands that you need to be alone sometimes. Marry someone who gets on well with your parents and isn’t uptight about family events. Marry someone who calms you down when you get mad about stupid stuff, and never tells you it’s “only stupid stuff”. Marry someone who makes you want to be a better person. Marry someone who makes you laugh. Marry someone who you love. Marry your soul mate, your lover, your best friend.”

— Danielle (x)

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hades & persephone & cerberus the lap dog

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nostalgia is a liar. nothing was ever as good as you remember it to be. there’s a reason you don’t talk to that person anymore, there’s a reason you’re not part of each other’s lives. don’t trust nostalgia. grieve. reflect. move on.

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Happy Easter from Donald Trump and Bernie Sanders!

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Nicolas Guerin - In Fiasco 

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She knew he was teasing her but, as always, his teasing maddened her. There was always too much truth in the things he said.

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On repeat.

Joanna Newsom ☀ Leaving The City

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It’s almost Friday

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Drake // Halloween Bling (x)

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THIS IS REBLOG RELEVANT FOR ONLY TODAY IN THE WHOLE OF HUMAN HISTORY AND ITS FUTURE

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Everyone wants to be witches this year, so I was a scarecrow.

The Chicago comm had a Trick-or-Treat Potluck this past Saturday, and gothic or costumes were encouraged. I decided to try something different and go with a scarecrow inspired look. The makeup may be a little much for some, but it’s Halloween and it was fun. Also, I forgot to take the hair ties off my wrist before pictures. -_-

Concrit is fine! I probably won’t wear this again, but it’s always helpful.

Most of my outfit is off-brand, but - Wig: Lockshop Skirt: Moi-Meme-Moitie OTKs: Alice and the Pirates

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A post about romantic relationships

so I’ve been in a relationship for 5 years now. And I see a lot of posts about how people think relationships mean having butterflies forever, your heart beating faster when they walk into a room, about cuddling together every night, legs intertwined, that you’d be so happy to live together you’d sleep on a double bed with each other every night.

And its not really like that, at least not to me.

You stop getting the butterflies when you live together. Your heart no longer speeds up when you see them, but instead, everything calms down. When youre in the room with them, you feel calm, and secure. When you cuddle them you feel your heart beat slow, and the sound of their breathing carry you towards comfort. It doesnt feel like a roller coaster anymore, it feels like home.

You don’t sleep curled up with each other every night, legs twisted between theirs so tight its hard to tell where yours begin and theirs end.

Instead, you sleep comfortably, side by side, sometimes facing different directions. But every night, you find yourself scooting backwards on the bed so you bump into them. You snuggle against their arm, or stroke their hair as they fall asleep. There are nights when my boyfriend, in his sleep, reaches around me and pulls me to him, like a child with his teddybear, like I am his comfort.

 In the wee hours of the morning before the dawn breaks, when the world is blue and you see through cracked eyes, you curl into their chest and inhale their scent before drifting back to sleep. 

Kisses aren’t always romantic and firey anymore. But there are so much more of them now. There are cold kisses when you’re eating ice cream in the summer, and sticky kisses over breakfast pancakes. There’s “im leaving now” kisses, and “one more kiss before you go” kisses. There’s sleepy morning kisses before work, when you don’t remember the alarm going off but instead the press of their lips against yours is what brings you into the day.

There’s kisses before sleep, and, you are so sweet with the things you do kisses. There’s kisses because you treat animals so tenderly, and I’m so glad i’m with you and not someone else kisses. There’s quick kisses in the aisles of the grocery store, when its loud and you gravitate together, when instead of having your own personal space and their own personal space, its both of yours together, and you step into their chest to take up less area together. 

You don’t always text each other with confessions of love and care like you used to, because that’s a given now, and you’ve moved on to quirky inside jokes about the life youve built together. You share looks of exasperation and amusement in public, your own little world against the outside one. 

Relationships aren’t always a fairy tale. They’re not always fireworks and sparks, at least, after the start.

But they are a quiet rhythm and hum of love and care. It’s not a fire in your soul, but one in your hearth, keeping you warm and comfortable, comforting you as you drowsily drift into sleep.

And I love that.