December 2011
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Remember that sadness does serve a purpose. It is perfectly natural to...
– Nick Vujicic (via motokidoki)
I want to get accepted to Temple.
me toooo
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The more you struggle to live, the less you live. Give up the notion that you...
– Spinoza (via mermaidsongs)
November 2011
When exactly do we go from being kids to being just people, I’m not sure. I do...
– Young Americans (via creatingaquietmind)
aeloquence:
Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those. Sylvia Plath
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Tell your father he’s a jerk because he is. Tell your mother that you love her...
– Ryan O’Connell (via creatingaquietmind)
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Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And...
– Louis de Bernières, Captain Corelli’s Mandolin (via ksarnosky)
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I sat thinking how terribly sad it was that people are made in such a way that...
– Jostein Gaarder (via saddest-summer)
the-mtblog:
Jon Stewart took to The Daily Show last night to talk about the Penn State child sexual abuse scandal, and gave a serious commentary about how people knew of Sandusky’s abuse and didn’t do anything, as well as the recent student rioting over the firing of coach Joe Paterno.
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I hate how the phrase ‘have some self respect’ is used to shame women who are...
– Unknown (via suburbanangst)
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the thing about patriarchy is that individual men, gay and straight, are often...
– Womens thread - Page 47 (via ksarnosky)
I am ready for whatever’s coming. I expect nothing but to be let down or turned...
– Henry Rollins (via modernmethadone)
If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there’s...
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Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (2011)
Losing your mom in a store.
On the Outside:
On the Inside:
I wanted to tell her everything, maybe if I’d been able to, we could have lived...
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via prima-volta)