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The next person who comes into your life is not supposed to bring back what the last person took with them. It’s not their job to fix what someone else broke.

July 31st, 2015 by Ming D. Liu (via mingdliu)

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a 90’s kid? don’t you mean sad adult?

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70,000 people have reblogged this but no one is trying to defend themselves

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There is nothing to defend

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#i read a post once that described 90s kids as the generation of nostalgia #because so much technological advancement happened in such a rapid timeframe when we were growing up #that we can clearly remember having technologies that are now obsolete #like going from a corded hugeass phone to a small computer in your pocket just within our formative years is a major thing #and it sparks a nostalgia for our seemly ‘simpler’ childhoods #because so much rapid development makes it seem like it was a lot longer ago than it actually was (x)

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This is the most solid explanation of our decade I have ever heard.

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I just want to bring this back while we’re pretending girls in nerd culture don’t have it bad

NATALIE PORTMAN was accused of being a “fake nerd girl” THIS IS HOW FAR THE IGNORANCE GOES IT GOES THIS FAR

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SHE LIVED THE STAR WARS TED. SHE LIVED THEM

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only 90s kids can reblog this

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I was going through the reblogs and like 95% of the people that reblogged this tagged it ‘about me’

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this is gonna hit 1 mil notes and you will all be exposed as crisscolfer scum

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The cast of ‘Orange is the New Black’ for Essence Magazine

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I’m looking at the muses from Hercules

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and THATS the gospel truth

dog person: we have a purebred border collie with a bernese twist

cat person: this is rita we love her she's orange

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Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed. She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to. She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three. Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap. Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her. You say: I dated her a while back. You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume. You say: She was younger than me. You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered. You say: It’s nothing now. You don’t say: But it was everything then.

Some things are better left unsaid. (via poppyflowerpoetry)