December 2011
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Reach
lilnerdgrl:
americantmouth:
They say you should reach for the stars, and I’d like to, but my arms are much too short. They say to reach out for hope, but I don’t understand what hope is. They say to reach for goals, but I don’t know how...
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We are born thinking
that simply being in love
will change everything.
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For...
– John Lennon (via elige)
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This is the thing: When you hit 28 or 30, everything begins to divide. You can...
– Relevant magazine
(via Diana : megburns : haygirlhay : luciwithani)
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I broke your heart.
Now barefoot I tread
on shards.
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– Vera Pavlova, If There Is Something to Desire, 9, 17, 18 (via yesyes)
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Urgency
tylerknott:
Maybe, just maybe, true love is urgency. That frantic need to close the gaps between two bodies like all you are will break and bust if you do not. -Tyler Knott Gregson-
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Cultivate alone time without being lonely. Reading and writing help. Develop a...
– Petra Magno, on being happy. (via night-falling)
(Aw, Jacob quoted me!)
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Since the start of 2011, I've:
Reblog and cross off what you’ve done:
Gotten a new piercing. Dyed my hair. Ended a relationship. Started a new relationship. Been on a long car/bus journey. Passed an exam. Met someone who’s now an important part of my life. Cried on someone’s shoulder. Had a massive fight with a boy/girl. Received flowers. Had a Valentine. Written a letter using pen & paper. Gone to see a...
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I wonder what you look like, under your t-shirt. I wonder what you sound like,...
– Ani Difranco (via loveyourchaos, quotewhore) (via beatricemata)
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The Benjamin Franklin of Monogamy by Jeffrey...
Reminiscing in the drizzle of Portland, I notice the ring that’s landed on your finger, a massive insect of glitter, a chandelier shining at the end
of a long tunnel. Thirteen years ago, you hid the hurt in your voice under a blanket and said there’s two kinds of women—those you write poems about
and those you don’t. It’s true. I never brought you a bouquet of sonnets, or served you haiku in...