January 2011
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Watch472239364:
Besides the fact that the couple is adorable, I am completely in love with the soundtrack.
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“And I don’t, don’t, don’t get the hate. Self hate, women hate, body hate,...”
– bruiseoftheweek (via marythedaring)
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“When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,...”
– ‘Your Feet’ by Pablo Neruda (via alsopeter)
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ariellejuanito:
The fact that you didn’t answer my call out of laziness would have hurt a lot less if I hadn’t jumped out of the shower covered in soap suds to read and reply to a text from you earlier.
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If love is blind, why do I see you so clearly?
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She took a deep breath and pulled the corners of her mouth upwards. Her smile felt stiff and abnormal. She tried different techniques; one corner higher than the other, teeth barely showing, wide grin, mischievous smile, seductive pull of the corner. At last she relaxed her muscles and her mouth fell into it’s natural position of her corners pointing slightly downwards. When did she forget...
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(Reality check)
472239364:
This is what I do: I push people away to see who pushes back. What’s really sad is when it doesn’t take much effort to push away the ones you always thought you could rely on.
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After my midterms,
Things I’m looking forward to:
Guilt-free Tumbling
A Draco/Hermione fanfiction binge
Marathons of the missed episodes (due to studying) of my favorite TV shows
PARTIES
Things I’m definitely not looking forward to:
Getting my test results
Checking testpapers
Working on projects and reports for my minor subjects
Teachers who discuss on the first day after midterms (don’t...
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Am I wrong in trying to hold on to the best thing...
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If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if...
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“While you can’t leave it behind, you can look at the events of your past from a...”
– Jill A. Davis (via kari-shma)
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alwaysmemberneverforget:
“The Meaning We Put Into Words: And I’m sorry if I haven’t written to you in a while. It’s just that life gets in the way of living. It’s just that my fingers were stuck together. It’s just that all the paper in the world caught fire.You’ll forgive me if I haven’t written in a while. It’s just that all the envelopes made love to dragonflies and now, we cannot bring them...
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It was driving her mad to be so close yet to know that he wasn’t hers. He occupied her mind every living second and she would fantasize about what he would say, what his lips would feel like, what she’d mean to him – and then she’d focus her eyes and move back into reality only to crash right into the knowledge that she would never have him. He would never be hers. All she...
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sofapizza:
gregory and the hawk- irreplaceable...
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‘Do you like being called by your last name?’
This question surprises him but then again, this was her- she always surprised him.
‘I don’t mind,’ he shrugs. ‘My given name is common while my last name is not. Being called by the latter saves me from misunderstandings.’
She mouths his name, stares at him thoughtfully for a moment and relents. ‘You have a point. I wouldn’t like...
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It was ridiculous. Everything was absolutely bloody ridiculous. She had come to the point where she didn’t know if it was better to be close to him or to get as far away as possible. Pining for him when he wasn’t there may very well be torturous, but sitting next to him not being able to reach out, seeing his face so close yet not close enough – that really was the worst torture of...
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come find me
lettersneverstamped:
I don’t know who you are, or where you are. But I know you’re out there. And I know you would bring me everything that has always decorated my dreams; the butterfly heartbeats and medicated hand trembling, the catch of breath if you leaned in to say something. Oh, I’m waiting for you, stranger. And I am doing so, eagerly.
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