Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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shark vs the universe
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Not today Justin

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cherry valley forever
occasionally subtle

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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@ladykatieo
and now we meet, on a street, and I am blind. I cannot find the heart I gave to you.
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via themindmovement)
It is time to stop filling the immediate moment with yesterday’s regrets, broken promises and missed chances. Instead, fill it up with tomorrow’s hope, new opportunities and new dreams. It is time to walk away from the past, and move ahead. There are many great things await you.
Lukas W. // Be hopeful (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
I have tried to reimagine myself into different timelines, and universes, and into different lives; trying to find where I fit in because, lately, I’ve felt myself drifting from this place. I’ve felt myself, losing meaning, here. As in, this place has lost its purpose. I no longer feel anchored to its shore. Yet something keeps me at bay.
“This doesn’t feel like home anymore” remnant-thoughts (via remnant-thoughts)
A little public service announcement for you all.
This is so fucking important.
im sorry rosie youve been a good friend
me: i'd love to be in a relationship
*is shown any kind of affection*
me: yikes yikes yikes yikes yikes yik