two-twenty-six

an eternal optimist, still waiting for my fairy-tale ending. i love me some good eats, loud music, laughing until it hurts & dancing until my feet give out. i am a traveling bunny who cant get enough. my dog is the love of my life, as is my boyfriend, New York City. var _gaq = _gaq || []; _gaq.push(['_setAccount', 'UA-17571700-1']); _gaq.push(['_trackPageview']); (function() { var ga = document.createElement('script'); ga.type = 'text/javascript'; ga.async = true; ga.src = ('https:' == document.location.protocol ? 'https://ssl' : 'http://www') + '.google-analytics.com/ga.js'; var s = document.getElementsByTagName('script')[0]; s.parentNode.insertBefore(ga, s); })();

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March buys so far! 

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Texts are secrets. They’re little mementos of inclusion and excitement you can read over and over. They’re letters, journal entries, notes passed in class. Because we like to hold onto words that mean something to us. We like re-read and remember and re-live that moment when he said, “I miss you,” or even just “Merry Christmas” because you know they mean the same thing…And when I text my best friend, “He texted me! ” and she replies, “Yay!”, we’re not a generation lost staring at screens. We’re in corsets being handed scrolls sealed with his coat-of-arms. We’re in sundresses waiting for the postman to drop his letter. We’re on swing sets hoping to circle ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ We’re a million starry eyes still staring at the same starry skies with fingers crossed and hopes high.

DateByNumbers No Texting, No Exceptions on CollegeCandy (via datebynumbers)

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cleansing

the year of new last week i walked into my apartment and saw a gray calvin klein peacoat hanging on the coat rack as though it belongs to someone who lives here a striped scarf was gallantly placed right above the coat itching to be worn except, it was last worn in april 2012 i remember the weekend well it was supposed to be over i kissed someone else while you were en route to visit me to put some separation between us & like most things it was a failed attempt i saw your baby blue eyes and forgot all of the words we said in march the tears we both cried we knew it couldn’t last it was a one night stand that catapulted into a long distance relationship it had to be over you called it a fantasy i asked you if you knew how lucky we were you stared into my eyes told me you did, and you kissed me feverishly the passion, so real that it hurt, every time we said goodbye something in me, knew this time our see you later was real last week i went to the post office i purchased a box and reached out to you for your address your email was loose yet inviting i left it read and ignored i filled the box with all of your belongings it still sits in my living room tormenting me once i send it out your existence goes with it i hate saying goodbye i was never good at it but its my year and it has nothing to do with you

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this. is. everything. 

http://jonesreportla.com/date-a-girl-who-travels/

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precisely. #draper #drama #quotes #truth

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its happening.

nets 96 -- knicks 89

looking solid, brooklyn.

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iceland | i cant wait to meet you in january. 

[tangledmazeofwords]

So many of you have been so generous with donations but supplies are still desperately needed. Especially cleaning items, blankets, boots, socks, batteries and anything to help keep people warm and safe while they continue to work day and night to clean up the destruction that Sandy left behind....

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[bellasexlestrange]

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love with a love that more than a love

this article.

that is all.

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/maybe-dont-kiss-me/

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to the one that made me feel like i was the only person in the world that mattered.

thank you for loving me in a way nobody else ever had.

thanks for making me pancakes every morning, because you know they are my favorite.

or for kissing that spot on my back that makes my body weak.

for the sweet kisses, just because.

for the nights we close down restaurants, because we're too engrossed in conversation, about nothing and everything.

for the comfort and security that being your girlfriend gives to me.

for loving my parents and for wanting to hang out with my mom.

for knowing the worst thing about me and not judging me.

you are the best man i have ever met and i love you, immensely. 

[gaws]

“Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.” “Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?” “Yes. I want to ruin you.” “Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.”

Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via gaws)

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The Dirty Dancing move would totally work on me. Just saying. - Crazy Stupid Love.

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and it's always the thought you wish you never spoke aloud that you do. and it reverberates through every fiber of your being, that you can no longer take it another second, that you have to blog about it. because the thought alone may kill you.

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it's always that moment when you have truly convinced yourself that you have forgotten, until you pull his shirt out of your drawer; and wear it to bed hoping, that in that same moment, you have crossed his mind.

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the time between meeting and finally leaving, is sometimes called falling in love.