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“Fuck school”, I say as I do all my homework and aim for A’s
Romance doesn't need to be expensive, it just needs to be sentimental.
- Meggan Roxanne
I’m touched that people can find solace in my words, during their time of grief.
I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone-you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.
Alyson Noel, Evermore (The Immortals, #1)
It doesn’t make sense. You seem heavier in my heart when you’re absent.
Nicholas A Browne | Haiku 50 (via wordsnquotes)
Just a friendly reminder that you are absolutely beautiful.
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rhosely x
❝ One. Do not promise when you’re happy. Two. When you are angry, do not respond. Three. Do not decide when you’re sad. ❞
wisdom (via naturaekos)
Little louder for the fuck boy in the back.
what u allow …. will continue
She is all soul and vulnerability.
Anaïs Nin, from Nearer the Moon: The Previously Unpublished Unexpurgated Diary, 1937-1939 (via luthienne)
when i was 12 i babysat this girl for a few years and she would come to me and show me her art, drag me by my wrists and point at the pieces she’d made during the week. and she’d be like “do the voice” and i’d put on a sports-announcer olympics-style voice and be like “such form! this level of coloring! why i haven’t seen such perfection in crayola in a long time. and what is this? why jeff, now this is a true risk… it seems she’s made … a monochrome pink canvas…. i haven’t seen this attempted since winter 1932… and i gotta say, jeff, it’s absolutely splendid” and she’d fall back giggling. at the end of every night she’d check with me: “did you really like it?” and i’d say yes and talk about something i noticed and tucked her in.
she was just accepted into 3 major art schools. she wrote me a letter. inside was a picture from when she was younger. monochrome pink.
“thank you,” it said, “to somebody who saw the best in me.”
I just cried.
THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER