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Upbeat gal who's nuts about oatmeal

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Pastel Pieces to Wear All Winter Long 

Light pinks and blues get a winter touch with rich textures and sparkly extras.

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These Are the Boots and Coats You Need to Buy Right Now

We paired the 14 top boot trends with the season’s covetable and colorful furs.

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Retro Lindsey

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[thelovejournals]

If you saw you through my eye, you would understand.

Frida Kahlo

original: Si te vieras con mis ojos, entenderías.

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can i get my spider

[thelovejournals]

Your name is the strongest positive and negative connotation in any language it either lights me up or leaves me aching for days.

Rupi Kaur (via wordsnquotes)

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[rose-totheoccasion]

Everything seemed a little brighter in the time I spent with you. The sun was extra bright, and the light blurred my flaws and doubts. I wanted to capture every minute of it in a bottle. I was torn between bliss and disbelief. 

Now that I look back, it was early March in Texas. The light is always beautiful and blinding as spring comes back. 

[rose-totheoccasion]

It used to be that I would meet and meet and meet honeys left and right. And I would be charming and happy and surprised when they liked me, but pass time with them and enjoy them. Cute boys with sweet smiles. Somehow, I always found my thoughts wandering back to you. I left my heart tucked into your sheets. I would shrug the others off and be back in your pocket in no time.

Now, there is no line of sweethearts seeking my attention. It has taken all of my attention to survive these last few months of school and work. In between all that, there have been big storms in my life. The energy required to stand during the storms fatigued me and stretched me thinner than I thought my skin could go. Everything aches.

And here is the surprise of it all; when I tested the waters of missing you, I found them lacking. Time spent with you was empty. I knew too much about who you spent those lost months with and it turned me into a monster. I could feel my eyes going green again. We were fighting again. I wanted to pick all of my skin off worrying that the root of every problem, not only with us but the whole world, was me. 

I try to hard to put into words the reasons why I can’t see you anymore. Your slightest movement across a black water on a black night not only rocks but sinks my trembling canoe. I see you in my peripheral vision and whip my head around so hard, I’m dizzy. It’s because you are not right for the Rose I know is here now. She’s leathery, and tough, but she needs to be appreciated for her goofiness and her quiet reveries hand in hand.