March 2012
(From mols via youthfulmadness.)
I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no...
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Fuck Yeah Girls with Short Hair →
AKA a gallery of my lust objects. And by “objects,” I mean “subjects” because I object to objectification.
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“You can be happy tomorrow. You can be happy when you get through your list of...”
– (From uutopian.)
“Too little of you
and my goodness, far too much
of everyone else.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson. (From kalvin-clein via babe—-ruthless.)
(From boatsandbirds.)
I’m too intense, even for myself. My head is too loud, my heart is too big, and my walls are too, too thick.
