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I don’t think we take enough time to appreciate the periods in our life when our noses aren’t...

Sun, 12 May 2013 23:36:37 -0400

I don’t think we take enough time to appreciate the periods in our life when our noses aren’t runny. Is your nose runny right now? No? Think about that. Honestly reflect on it. Enjoy this era of peace. There are dark times on the horizon

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"Each time I’m asked to tell about myself, I find myself starting the same way: “My name is Kelsey..."

Sun, 12 May 2013 23:29:17 -0400

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Each time I’m asked to tell about myself, I find myself starting the same way: “My name is Kelsey and I’m nineteen..”
but what I’d really like to say is:
“My name means island of the ships but once
I found a translation that said I’m a burning shipwreck-
not a burning ship but a ship that has caught fire
after the wreckage and well, I’d say that’s more fitting.”

I’ve learned that people don’t have time for about me’s.
They need two things: a name and an indication you’re someone special.

The doctors, they want facts not details.
“I broke my leg when I was three, it’s a funny story actually-“
The right or the left?
Conversation over.

The teachers, they want interests, hobbies.
You’re sad, yes, but what do you like to do?

The adults are a spew of questions.
What school do you go to? What classes are you taking?
What do you plan on becoming? Got a boyfriend?
No, stop.

People my own age are the worst.
“I’m planning on an English degree with a concentration in creative writing.”
Yeah, aren’t we all. So how many times have you, you know,
done it?

I’m pulled apart, my interests travelling highway 2
my goals at a stop light at traffic hour,
my medical history on a billboard for the world to see.
But what about me?

Where’s the chance to say,
“I hang on to fistfuls of poetry like loose change in my pockets,
and I keep waiting for the day that the world turns upside down
so I can swim with the stars.
I’m not afraid of darkness, it’s a loneliness I can empathize with it.
It’s the blackholes like cigarette burns inside of me that get troublesome.
I walk through graveyards and read the dashes between years,
each a story I’ll never know. Sometimes I create my own.”

No one, none of us know who we are anymore.

”

- Kelsey Danielle, “I Was Told to Write an About Me and This is What Happened” (via perfect)

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niick4: paper-trees: phan-tasmagoria: kochovska: parenting....

Sun, 12 May 2013 23:26:50 -0400

niick4:

paper-trees:

phan-tasmagoria:

kochovska:

parenting. you’re doing it right.

Beyond cute omg

i thought it was cute and then i realised what was on the tv and i melted

^^same omg

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corgisandboobs: sammehjammah: silencedbyaphotograph: Molly...

Sun, 12 May 2013 23:20:44 -0400

corgisandboobs:

sammehjammah:

silencedbyaphotograph:

Molly 😍#english #bulldog #cuddle #buddy #puppy #love

OHLORD THAT FACE THOSE EYES

If I posted a resume online that just said “Excels at laying on the floor with puppies” do you think I would get a job? How much of that job would entail laying on the floor with puppies?

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Sun, 12 May 2013 23:20:12 -0400

"I’m going to tell you what a demon once told me: It is okay to want your own happiness. It’s okay to..."

Sun, 12 May 2013 23:16:08 -0400

“I’m going to tell you what a demon once told me: It is okay to want your own happiness. It’s okay to care about yourself the most. It’s okay to do what’s healthy for YOU. When someone hits you, it’s okay to hit back and then ask them what the hell they expected. It’s okay. You are not obligated to sit there and smile and swallow every bit of shit everyone heaps on you. You are more than furniture, you’re more than window dressing, you’re not their shiny toy. You’re human, and you have the right to say “That was shitty of you”. You have a right to say “Let me feed that back to you; tell me, how does it taste?” You have a right to protest your own mistreatment and set boundaries for respectful interactions. The rest of the world doesn’t realize you have this right, and they will act offended and appalled when you exercise it, but it is yours.”

- SonneillonV (via masturbationdestination)

angelicaagrace: I fucking love this

Sun, 12 May 2013 23:15:25 -0400

angelicaagrace:

I fucking love this