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Do You Realize, that you have the most beautiful face? Do You Realize, we're floating in space? Do You Realize, that happiness makes you cry? Do You Realize, that everyone you know someday will die? And instead of saying all of your goodbyes, let them know you realize that life goes fast. It's hard to make the good things last. You realize the sun doesn't go down, it's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round..

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This month has been a very productive and busy month so far : ) I have decided to do the giveaway early this month, my husband and i are moving so the less we have to move… the better! I put together a small little collection and will randomly choose a winner at the end of the month. This is...

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I love this man ♥

DFTBA.

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I reblog this every time it shows up on my dash because it’s peerf and everyone should know it.

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This is probably my favorite video in history.

And then the rest of it, in poster form:

PERFECT.

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I think you can be both thoughtful and vapid. I know plenty of people who are both and actually, they are most often very intelligent. I don't think you know what that word means.....

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YOU GUISE THIS BRIDAL SHOP WAS BRILLIANT

Anyone in the Detroit area looking for wedding dresses in fat sizes, definitely check out Bombshell Bridal in St. Clair Shores. The sisters who run the shop are so lovely and I felt like a glamazon queen all afternoon.

I don’t know how I’ll ever decide! This shit is hard work.

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Eeeee. That last dress is so pretty!

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A Question to Ponder:

It is Thursday night. I am killing time watching movies with Brittany Murphy and waiting for either a.) my favorite person in the entire world to call or b.) the alarm quacking at me to take my birth control to go off. Currently, this Tumblr post is all I have to explain my life and I wish I could summarize it into the ideal sentence. So, my question to the world is, if you had one sentence to summarize your birth to this point, what would it be?

I feel as though mine would have to be simple yet comical with elements of dysfunction and sadness because what would be more me?

So here is my one sentence story of me. Everything you need to know in 25 words or less. Brace yourselves.

The jellyfish on my rainbow lanyard hits the hole in my black tights when I walk to meet my future ex-boyfriend.

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Unsolicited Advice To Adolescent Girls With Crooked Teeth And Pink Hair

When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys call asking your cup size, say A, hang up. When he says you gave him blue balls, say you’re welcome. When a girl with thick black curls who smells like bubble gum stops you in a stairwell to ask if you’re a boy, explain that you keep your hair short so she won’t have anything to grab when you head-butt her. Then head-butt her. When a guidance counselor teases you for handed-down jeans, do not turn red. When you have sex for the second time and there is no condom, do not convince yourself that screwing between layers of underwear will soak up the semen. When your geometry teacher posts a banner reading: “Learn math or go home and learn how to be a Momma,” do not take your first feminist stand by leaving the classroom. When the boy you have a crush on is sent to detention, go home. When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boy with the blue mohawk swallows your heart and opens his wrists, hide the knives, bleach the bathtub, pour out the vodka. Every time. When the skinhead girls jump you in a bathroom stall, swing, curse, kick, do not turn red. When a boy you think you love delivers the first black eye, use a screw driver, a beer bottle, your two good hands. When your father locks the door, break the window. When a college professor writes you poetry and whispers about your tight little ass, do not take it as a compliment, do not wait, call the Dean, call his wife. When a boy with good manners and a thirst for Budweiser proposes, say no. When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys tell you how good you smell, do not doubt them, do not turn red. When your brother tells you he is gay, pretend you already know. When the girl on the subway curses you because your tee shirt reads: “I fucked your boyfriend,” assure her that it is not true. When your dog pees the rug, kiss her, apologize for being late. When he refuses to stay the night because you live in Jersey City, do not move. When he refuses to stay the night because you live in Harlem, do not move. When he refuses to stay the night because your air conditioner is broken, leave him. When he refuses to keep a toothbrush at your apartment, leave him. When you find the toothbrush you keep at his apartment hidden in the closet, leave him. Do not regret this. Do not turn red. When your mother hits you, do not strike back.

--Jeanann Verlee.

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I never stopped writing to you. I sent you telegrams that read like fevers.

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