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[deeplifequotes]

I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was… Not love at first sight exactly, but - familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you.

Mhairi McFarlane (via deeplifequotes)

[thelovejournals]

That’s how you know you love someone, I guess. When you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.

Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants (via thelovejournals)

[cuteless]

date someone you could have fun at at a grocery store with

[brothersincere-deactivated20210]

Soulmates have no concept of distance

[whoarei]

Angels living among us disguised as normal people and its kinda comforting 

[hillergoodspeed]

[lifeinpoetry]

Dearest,

I feel certain I am going mad again.

we will go through             terrible times. And            recover. I begin to hear your voice, and can’t             concentrate. So I am doing what seems

will give me the greatest possible happiness.

I don’t think two people could           have been happier      with this disease. I know that without                    you       I    can’t properly feel.

What I want to say is You             have

saved me.

Everything has gone from me

but the certainly of your goodness.

— Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib, "The Author Writes the First Draft of His Wedding Vows,” an erasure of Virginia Woolf’s suicide letter to her husband, Leonard, The Crown Ain’t Worth Much

[post--grad]

benefits of living in a lighthouse

no fake friends, just real friends (the only ones who’ll come out to your godforsaken lighthouse to hang)

lots of stairs so u dont need a gym membership

when u look out the window and sigh mournfully it’s Cinematic Depression not just regular depression

minimum requirements: 1 large dog, 17 cable-knit sweaters, 1 mysterious but tragic past, 2 pair fingerless wool gloves

increased likelihood of mermaid encounters

effortless windswept look, complemented by soft lantern glow

free salt scrub 

[ondoinganevildeedblues]

best sleeping conditions: freezing fucking cold room but layers and layers of blankets 

[tangledghosts-blog]

[tangledghosts-blog]

concept: we both drop out of school. our mothers are not disappointed; they kiss the blush from our cheeks. i am a preschool teacher and you are the owner of the world’s most beautiful secondhand bookstore. we buy a small house by the sea and all the walls are made of windows, because we have no secrets left. when the neighbors see me crying through the living room wall, they plant another tree in my honor. there is a forest for my tears, and all of the deer love you. our kitchen is unfinished, but wallpapered nonetheless, with paintings and coloring book pages made by my students, and our cupboard is filled with twenty-seven different types of tea. we never run out of fresh fruits, and you make a new dessert with them every night. all we ever eat is pies and we drink cold-brew coffee together every morning and we publish our own newspaper filled with all the most beautiful news we heard on the street the day before. the woman who owns the post office is having her third child, and i sent a postcard to our past selves to celebrate. i ride my bike to work and there is a cat who follows me, there and back. he waits in the basket while i am in school. i never get a flat tire. we have a new dog every week because you find them on the side of the road to the market and we buy a new bed for each of them. the towels are always folded and all of our clothes fit perfectly and we have a handmade quilt for every occasion. it snows, and you promise me the sheets are clean.

[iskwekan]

of course im familiar with the seven deadly sins!! the munchies, super pissed ,  naps, thinking yr hot shit, thinking your friend is hot shit and being mad about it, capitalism, and big sexy

[frsrr-deactivated20151031]

i feel bad for math. its such a calm and friendly discipline full of beautiful and complex patterns and theres absolutely nothing inherently bad or oppressive about it but ppl treat it as though its evil and malicious. a lot of pure math lacks any kind of practical application or end goal, and just exists for the sake of stimulating peoples minds and pushing the limits of the medium as far as is possible. much like almost every kind of art

math means u no harm friends

[renisons-archive-blog]

the united states was a mistake

[tangledghosts-blog]

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hello my beautiful and wonderful followers. sorry for my absence lately, i am a full-time mess these days.

are you currently in high school? did you attend high school once upon a time? if you answered yes to either of those questions, then i need your help!

this year, for my senior thesis project, i am studying high school experiences, being a teenager, and how those two things influence the rest of a person's life, with the hope of eventually writing a book of poetry about high school and life and the world as i know it. i have put together two questionnaires (one for current students, one for former students) that i hope will give me a lot of valuable insight for my project. please answer the questions and share with your friends!!!

[nosebleedclub]

Discussion 9/2/16

1. transformative 2. undone skies 3. striking similarity 4. huddle 5. device

[tangledghosts-blog]

i. mornings aren’t for change, he’s decided. the boy with the soft eyes cat-stretches his way into the patch of light on the other side of the bed. he’s worn down in all the right places. his boy comes through the door. they’re all routine today.

ii. at 3pm, the sky falls apart, breaks open, washes out all the nooks and crannies it can find. deep in their home constructed of graded exams and care packages from mothers, two boys stay hidden beneath sheets. nothing touches them. nothing finds them.

iii. ninety-seven years from now, a little boy sees another little boy he swears he knows from somewhere. this is a new universe, where each little boy has new parents and new names and new lips that have never been kissed. they will meet eyes while they play in the fountain and the one with the sharp smile will laugh at the cliché. they’ve done this all before.

iv. but for today, for now, they’re right here. pressed together. kids pass their door, shouting and laughing, rushing for cover from the afternoon deluge, but the boys stay still. they aren’t going anywhere.

v. later on, the boys will get up. the one with the soft eyes will read off a text from friends, a text they missed hours ago, and the other will grin his sharp smile and tap out a response. they’ll tramp out into the world of new life together, two fingers hooked together, another keeping a loose grip on their next time around.

[333tay]

Dudley O'Shaughnessy shot by Michael Mayren for i-D Magazine (2016)