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I’m sorry you had to find out the hard way that manic pixie dream girls have feelings, too.

Haiiii

It’s been a while. I’ve got some new material to try out.

I'm moving tomorrow. For anyone that knows me, they'll know how much I dislike my roommates and how much living here had gotten me down over the last semester. And how much not havung a window in my room messed me up. You'd also know how excited I am about my new roommates, their dog and the prospect of starting something new. But you'll also know how attached I am to locations. I love this house. The physical space. It's so cute, has the perfect porch, and tons of storage space. So the thought of leaving now really bums me out. And I don't feel like I have the right to be sad about moving because I hated living here so much. But if I could just go back to the times when it was fun living here, then I wouldn't have to go through the trouble of moving my whole life to a new place that's much smaller. I just have to hope I made the right decision.

Yesterday I asked my boyfriend if it was terrifying to him that we might be in each others' lives forever. He said no it was exciting because our time together so far had been so amazing that the future was going to be too. I think he is out of a story book sometime.

I'm going to meet my boyfriend of almost six month's parents tomorrow. If Southern Barbie was a thing, his family would be them in all of their Lilly Pulitzer glory. I like shook their hands once before, but they had too many other people to talk to than me. But tomorrow I have to spend a whole day with them. And the next day. I was only slightly kidding when I said I would fill my opaque coffee tumbler with red wine.

#wino #help #odd one out

Sorry for the Kerouac spam

...but I just told the boy he couldn't really understand my feelings until he read some Kerouac and that if he could dig it, we might could be together forever.

#kerouac #thebeats #true love #real talk

rootsthatclutch

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.

Jack Kerouac On the Road (via rootsthatclutch)

observando

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.

Jack Kerouac (via observando)

themaninthegreenshirt

Alcoholic Authors - James Joyce, Charles Bukowski, William Faulkner, Hunter S. Thompson, Dorothy Parker, Ernest Hemingway, Truman Capote, Jack Kerouac, Scott Fitzgerald

aseaofquotes

Jack Kerouac, On the Road

I'm entirely and incredibly scared. I didn't expect to meet someone like this so early in my life, someone to ruin my sad, little lonely dreams. I try to fight this thing inside of me who says to hold my horses and just take a step back with the voice that says maybe this is your chance to break free. He doesn't need everything that you hate about yourself, but the lonely person inside of you does.

I know I will always remain true to myself, but what if there are little bits of true me still stuck underneath? Do I absolutely need solitude to find them? Or will they just come out when you know you can't blame anyone else for your misery.

lovemakesyouwonder

following back!!

I don't listen to enough music to make a whole list, but my favorite album of the year by far was Future Islands' Singles. It makes me sick how much I can listen to this album and just still be in love. Too many memories, too many thoughts, too many true words that I can still stay up all night listening to it over and over again. If you're not really into indie music, still give it a listen. It's so pretty and brilliant and emotional.

I wish I knew what it was about breaks and seeing old friends but it makes me think way too much. Like about what might happen in the future, if my life played out like any of my friends', what could happen to shatter my world.

It's too scary to think about, but I still can't look at your face.

bobbiemorley

draggedqueens-deactivated201504

THIS IS SO INSPIRATIONAL I HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES

princess-siirens

"You fucking tickle me"

observando

You were already in a prison. You’ve been in a prison all your life. Happiness is a prison, Evey. Happiness is the most insidious prison of all. Your lover lived in the penitentiary that we are all born into, and was forced to rake the dregs of that world for his living. He knew affection and tenderness but only briefly. Eventually, one of the other inmates stabbed him with a cutlass and he drowned upon his own blood. Is that it, Evey? Is that the happiness worth more than freedom? It’s not an uncommon story, Evey. Many convicts meet with miserable ends. Your mother. Your father. Your lover. One by one, taken out behind the chemical sheds… and shot. All convicts, hunched and deformed by the smallness of their cells, the weight of their chains, the unfairness of their sentences. I didn’t put you in a prison, Evey. I just showed you the bars.’ ‘You’re wrong! It’s just life, that’s all! It’s just how life is. It’s what we’ve got to put up with. It’s all we’ve got. What gives you the right to decide it’s not good enough?’ ‘You’re in a prison, Evey. You were born in a prison. You’ve been in a prison so long, you no longer believe there’s a world outside. That’s because you’re afraid, Evey. You’re afraid because you can feel freedom closing in upon you. You’re afraid because freedom is terrifying. Don’t back away from it, Evey. Part of you understands the truth even as part pretends not to. You were in a cell, Evey. They offered you a choice between the death of your principles and the death of your body. You said you’d rather die. You faced the fear of your own death and you were calm and still. The door of the cage is open, Evey. All that you feel is the wind from outside.

Alan Moore, V for Vendetta (via observando)

Lol I totally told myself I wouldn't get drunk tonight after last night. I called it quits after one Mike's Hard.... and then I tried to fall asleep

#alcoholic #hottoddy #whiskeylove

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