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Hey coffee eyes. You got me coughin’ up my cookie heart. Makin’ promises to myself. Promises like seeds of everything I could be.

[rbcages]

do you miss even the ugly parts of it? we talk a lot about missing the softness of us,  the twin-flame familiarity of us, the comfort and silence and  pink-afternoon love of us. but do you ever miss the love-sickness? the ache that made it real? do you ever miss the screaming, the kicking, the breaking, because god damn at least you felt important, at least you felt worth fighting for? do you miss biting your bottom lip until it bled from all the worry about her leaving, but god, you couldn’t stop kissing her? you still couldn’t stop kissing her.

Reena B.| I miss even the worst parts of us. (via rbcages)

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[formerprincewille]

This is still probably my favorite discourse we had

[flowerinaflame]

When a Pisces loves you they will never give up hope on you. When a Pisces loves you they will never let you forget why they believe in you. When a Pisces loves you, they’ll swim circles round your heart soothing any ache with their whimsical ways, diverting your attention away from your sorrows towards more pleasant tides.

If you love an Aries, love the way they set themselves and life into motion. Love the way they fill empty space with their energy. Love the way they burst onto the scene. Without thinking about the consequences.

If you love a Taurus, be prepared to have your own loyalty tested in the face of their relentless ability to love you no matter what. Be prepared to be hugged often and cuddled constantly. Taurus needs tactile reinforcement. 

To love a Gemini is to help them come home. To hold them down once in a while. To remind them that their body is intelligent. To remind them that their emotions are another kind of intelligence. 

To love a Cancer means that you will be initiated into your own emotional life. You’ll cry more. You’ll feel more. You’ll have to learn to weather the storms. You’ll have to learn how to read the forecasts. You’ll have to know the difference between skies that will bring a drizzle and skies that promise a torrential downpour. Always pack rain gear.

To love a Leo is to love the theatre of living. To love a Leo is to remind them that their fire is flawless. To love a Leo is to love loudly, without shame or reservation. To be loved by a Leo is glorious. It is to be kissed by the sun. It is to laugh until you have lost all composure. It is to indulge in the joy in letting go of your inhibitions. It is to feel lucky to be relieved from the grit and grime of the mind, lifted up to the realms of the spirit. 

Once Virgo understands your ability to roll up your sleeves and put the effort in, the well-earned, hard-won respect you get from them is no ordinary praise. They will appreciate every time you notice the work that they have done to make your life easier. They will feel heartened by the fact that what they carefully curated was useful to you. They will feel calmed by your acknowledgement that what they brought you was helpful.

To be loved by Libra is to be relieved of the feeling that you are alone in the world. To be loved by Libra is to be inspired to reveal your beauty, to share the best of yourself and to join in the art of relating for no other reason than the sheer pleasure and pure necessity of being in good company. 

To be loved by a Scorpio is to be focused on. Held together through every falling apart. Relentlessly devoted to. Loving a Scorpio is helping them to let go of what doesn’t work. Helping them to know that opening up that deep reservoir of emotional energy that they carry with them might require many moons in therapy, but will eventually help them to access a powerhouse of healing that the world so desperately needs. 

To love a Sagittarius is to love not knowing where you’ll end up. It’s to love getting lost because of all you’ll find together.  It’s to love all the learning that you didn’t know you would be doing. To love a Sagittarius is to be ever pulled in the direction of discovery. It is to have an ally as full of faith as they come. It is to be moved time and time again by their ability to find even the smallest speck of hope and to hold it up to the light casting prisms of beauty along the halls of your life together.  

A Capricorn will love you like it’s their most important job, and to a sign whose work is sacred, that is no small sentiment. They will bring you the nuggets of wisdom that they have gleaned over the ages. They will awaken you to your own power, power that is slowly cultivated and authentically earned. They will support you in finding your own foundation. One so grounded that it will have you wondering how you ever made it this far, buffeted about out there without a solid sense of yourself. 

To love an Aquarius is to love being constantly reminded of what you didn’t think of yourself. To be loved by an Aquarius is to be loved regardless of sentimentality. To be loved by an Aquarius is to be loved for your own originality and on your own merit. To be loved by an Aquarius is to be loved out of choice, never out of duty. To love and be loved by an Aquarius means that everything you didn’t know to think of has already been thought out and when that thoughtfulness is applied to your life goals, all things seem possible and more easily attainable with that kind of thoughtful love on your side.

To love a Pisces is to love the intoxication of their presence. To love a Pisces is to let yourself be tended to. To love a Pisces is to let your vulnerability rise to the surface to meet their own. When a Pisces loves you they will never give up hope on you. When a Pisces loves you they will never let you forget why they believe in you. When a Pisces loves you, they’ll swim circles round your heart soothing any ache with their whimsical ways, diverting your attention away from your sorrows towards more pleasant tides.

— Chani Nicholas, How to Love Each Sign

[onceiwashere]

every harry potter post on here thats not a super tenuous and ill-advised political metaphor is some exhausting 3-part affair where the first part is the op being like “can you summon a patronus specifically to suck your dick lol” and then some rando comes along and adds onto it like “no this is a very beautiful idea. imagine students in dumbledores army learning to summon customized fleshlight patronuses… imagine summoning a human shaped patronus you could date….. what if hogwarts professors knew fun pop culture references and said them to each other” and then the third part is someone posting an 80k word essay-fanfiction about their heroic slytherin OC being the first wizard ever to pioneer the Dickius Suckicus enchantment and starting the first sex positive wizard kink shoppe that ends up defeating voldemort or whatever the fuck

[onlinepunk]

This is honest to God the funniest shit I have ever seen

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naomi janumala @ anima creative mgmt

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Whatever we do, we are locked within ourselves. And yet the doing of anything marks the extent to which we make contact with what is not ourselves.

Susan Sontag, from a diary entry featured in As Consciousness Is Harnessed To Flesh: Journals & Notebooks, 1964 - 1980 (via rosepetalbath)

[rainekeiko]

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[joshpeck]

the scene from spongebob where the guy says “I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning, I break my legs and every afternoon, I break my arms.” was the pinnacle of television literally how did the writers of spongebob come up with that did they win a peabody award

[muslimmafia]

Literally the karachi sky is so beautiful I was mesmerized #nofiltaaaaa

[thewordsfrommyheart-blog]

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely. You must remember when she forgets. You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention. She remembers when you forget. You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good. You must learn her. You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept. And, this is how you keep her.

Junot Diaz- This is How you Lose Her (via thewordsfrommyheart)

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opening up in therapy feels like snitching on myself

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