Ruffled Feathers

20 | Milwaukee | Graphic Designer

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I adored you. Goodbye.

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I didn’t understand it at the time, but I do now. The things that make us unhappy fade, so do the things that make us happy. Everything fades eventually: feelings, people, life. All you can do is flow with it and know that tomorrow will bring more things that make you happy, while remembering that there will always be those unhappy elements interspersed with the good. We inevitably will lose the things we love most, this is life.

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I refuse to believe that anyone in this universe has a brighter soul than you.

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I think the point is when I look at you I no longer see the universe, and that was what you meant to me.

[little-ratscal]

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“You're super awesome and competent and cute and youthful and creative and professional and tiny and you eat doughnuts in a funny way and you read old books and listen to super fly music which you will be blasting with the windows down on your drive home today.”

Friends that are so sweet they make you cry. 

[coral]

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You can't control the outcome, only how you react to it. 29 more credits till graduation. 5 more days till my 20th birthday.

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Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers.

Margaret Atwood

[sadgrl]

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Me af

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My life is a continuous string of misinterpreted good intentions.

[dreamsinmanhattan-blog]

Stop looking for happiness in the same place you lost it.

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Mike’s Chicken and Donuts is my life.

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35 more credits till graduation... save me. 

[mosouka]

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Spring will heal.

[gosh]

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^^ my life.

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“Wish I could make you see this brightness. Don’t worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well. I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, wainting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so. Moments like this, I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own, and I know that separation is an illusion. My life extends far beyond the limitations of me.”