June 2010
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things i hate
juliamonique:
“i’m fine”
cancelled plans
burning my tongue
crackling radio stations
pins and needles
food with lots of pepper in it
cooked avocado
people avoiding me or lying to me
not knowing what’s going to happen
boys who don’t know what they want
Hey tumblr I'm in the apple store checking out the...
(via locobanana)
Dude, I love the Apple store. You get to check out all the sexy technology and all the the cute Apple fanboys.
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“You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first...”
– Hugh of Harrowfield, Sevenwaters (Juliet Marrillier)
I began to measure things in absence instead of...
latenightsonrooftops:livinginthelabyrinth:(via 165471, wishland)
My little sister made herself a Tumblr.
loudlikeariot:
Yeeeeahhh… No.
MINE DID TOO. And then she’s like…. I wanna follow you. :|
I tweet and tumble like a whore that hasn't had a...
This is vulgar. I apologize, but it’s true.
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I hate knowing that one hug from you would make me feel instantly better and not having you around.
I am full of so much regret right now, it isn't...
(via vertebrates)
I hate how heavy regret feels in my chest.
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I’ve always wanted to be good at two things:
1) cooking
2) writing
I am 21 years old and thus far have mastered neither.
I’m adding a few more things to that list though.
3) cartwheeling
4) marriage
Someday I’d like to be your wife and I hope to god I don’t fuck that up.
locobanana-deactivated20110625- asked: Why are you blue? But i like it. <3
Short Story Number One Hundred and Twenty Five
keremmermutlu:
She missed the stories. She missed the way he always told his stories. He would tell a story every night and every morning. And they would be quick and smart and stupid and funny. One day, when he left her and didn’t come back, she didn’t miss him that much. She didn’t miss his look or his smell or his heart. She only missed his stories. So strange and stupid and crazy and kind....
I need someone who will help me grow up, and stay...
(via continuityerror)
tumblr, you’re like a bad exboyfriend I can’t stay away from.
Oh shit is that the sun, how did that happen?
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I used to be really good at imaginings the lives of others, conjuring up fictional beings and talking to them, writing about them. But I think I’m starting to forget how to do that exactly.
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I want to be a part of your world. I want to mean something to you.
Fae, oh my good god. I am not going to reply to...
homesickletters:
You are so amazing. I can’t even form proper sentences to tell you just how amazing you are. Like, there are no words. No. Words. Okay oh my god. Love is being sent your way from Texas.
Caroline is a sweetheart.
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