In a Net Twirling

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[abridgetonowhere]

[in-a-net-twirling]

High school

Driving around when friends first began to get cars! Gregg's vintage Volvo and Madonna or Janet Jackson playing. Me sad because my boyfriend had just broken up with me but luckily I had awesome friends and we drove and drove. Including (sometimes) a dangerous game where we drove really fast over hills. Perfect dinners and making videos and flannel and Nirvana and early 90s angst. Climbing in my friend's window after school because he lost his keys and curling up on the couch under a blanket watching Batman, the Animated Tales together. Singing Blind Melon with Carol and Lisa on a hill. God, we had some good times.

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How many times will I reinvent myself? And how long will it take me to realize I'm not 26 anymore? I have kids who can ski and ride bikes and swim and ice skate.

[amygoalen]

Just 2 dudes in a field doing yoga…crow pose to be exact.

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I wrote a story about you.  Well, sort of, see, it's mostly about me.  Well, entirely about me, but here's the catch: I'm you.  No, really, I mean it.  I'm you.I know what it feels like when your heart beats so hard against your white bone ribs, when you sing in the shower with soap in your eyes, when you run until you get a side ache.  I wrote this story about you because I am so in love with you.  This is a reckless love story.  This is my shameless confession.  

-Please Don't Kill the Freshman - Zoe Trope

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[my-lifeasapigeon-deactivated202]

[bl-ossomed]

so fucking accurate

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[sixteensmallstepstohappiness]

1. push yourself to get up before the rest of the world - start with 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise. 2. push yourself to fall asleep earlier - start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable. 3. erase processed food from your diet. start with no lollies, chips, biscuits, then erase pasta, rice, cereal, then bread. use the rule that if a child couldn’t identify what was in it, you don’t eat it. 4. get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. sit and eat it and do nothing else. 5. stretch. start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. roll your head. stretch your fingers. stretch everything. 6. buy a 1L water bottle. start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice. 7. buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen. write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. no detail is too small. 8. strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. put a massive scoop of scented fabric softener in there and wash. make your bed in full. 9. organise your room. fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor. light a beautiful candle. 10. have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck. 11. push yourself to go for a walk. take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. bring your dog and observe the dog’s behaviour. realise you can learn from your dog. 12. message old friends with personal jokes. reminisce. suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. push yourself to follow through. 14. think long and hard about what interests you. crime? sex? boarding school? long-forgotten romance etiquette? find a book about it and read it. there is a book about literally everything. 15. become the person you would ideally fall in love with. let cars merge into your lane when driving. pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. stick your tongue out at babies. compliment people on their cute clothes. challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. then two. then a week. walk with a straight posture. look people in the eye. ask people about their story. talk to acquaintances so they become friends. 16. lie in the sunshine. daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing. open your eyes. take small steps to make it happen for you.

Sixteen Small Steps to Happiness (via mangoesandhoes)

[oofpoetry]

The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you have ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott, “Love After Love” (via oofpoetry)

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[sexologist]

Dear Society,

If you think a woman in a tan vinyl bra and underwear, grabbing her crotch and grinding up on a dance partner is raunchy, trashy, and offensive but you don’t think her dance partner is raunchy, trashy, or offensive as he sings a song about “blurred” lines of consent and...

[murakamistuff]

But from the first time I met Amé, I was drawn right in to her. I couldn’t resist her. And I knew it was happening. I knew it wasn’t going to come my way again, not in this life. That’s when I decided - if I go with her, there’ll come a time that I’ll regret it. But if I don’t go with her, I’ll be losing the key to my existence. Have you ever felt that way about something?

Haruki Murakami - Dance Dance Dance (via murakamistuff)

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There is a connection between boredom and the desire for chaos. Despite many disguises and bluffs, perhaps she had never stopped wanting chaos.

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