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Repetition
My mother taught me this trick, If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning. For example: Homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, See, nothing.
Our existence, she said, is the same way. You watch the sun set too often; it just becomes 6 PM. You make the same mistake; you’ll stop calling it a mistake. If you just Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, One day…
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another reason to love LC
One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. He’ll know how old you were when you learnt to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. He’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. He’s going to know how you feel without you telling him, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? He is still going to love you.
(via impetrate)
Me as Lilly Munster.
My parents are holding hands in the car on the way home and it’s beautiful. They don’t always get along, but it’s eleven o’clock on a grey August Sunday and my father turned fifty today. And I think my mother understands tonight that he is coming to the realization that he is closer to sixty than sixteen, and he is wondering how he got here. But somehow their fingers threaded together and the cool pavement after the rain is enough tonight. And tonight is sad, but it is also good. You’re miles away, but you love me, but one day it will be late on a quiet day, and I’ll weave my hand through yours while you drive and the mere outline of your frame in the cool starlight will be captivating, and I’ll smile and wonder how I got here, and wonder how I got to be with you. We are closer to sixteen than twenty-six, but I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of holding your hand.
(via wishes-stars)
I hate being so socially inept and awkward.
I probably come across as rude or anti-social but honestly, sometimes it is literally impossible for me to say hello.
When I see someone that I know I get really paranoid and anxious and my mind goes into overdrive and I just can’t.
I don’t need to steal anybody’s boyfriend. One day I’ll find a man of my own, and we’ll be happy too.
Margo, Lars and the Real Girl (2007)
what doesn’t kill you fucks you up mentally and affects your ability to have stable relationships with other human beings
I’ve never something so true….
Get crazy tonight, you only live once
"And i’m like ‘ha, oh Daniel Craig!’”
state champs its so fucking good (:
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Lets Make Out.. (by Kavita D)
Saved! (2004)
So everything that doesn’t fit into some stupid idea of what you think God wants you just try to hide or fix or get rid of? It’s just all too much to live up to. No one fits in one hundred percent of the time. Not even you.
