Thank you girl
Fai_Ryy
almost home
occasionally subtle
Today's Document
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Cosmic Funnies

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DEAR READER

Product Placement

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wallacepolsom
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@thepathtomypeace
Thank you girl
December 24th and we’re through again. This time for good I know because I didn’t throw you out — and anyway we waved. No shoes. No angry doors. We folded clothes and went our separate ways. You left behind that flannel shirt of yours I liked but remembered to take your toothbrush. Where are you tonight? Richard, it’s Christmas Eve again and old ghosts come back home. I’m sitting by the Christmas tree wondering where did we go wrong. Okay, we didn’t work, and all memories to tell you the truth aren’t good. But sometimes there were good times. Love was good. I loved your crooked sleep beside me and never dreamed afraid. There should be stars for great wars like ours. There ought to be awards and plenty of champagne for the survivors. After all the years of degradations, the several holidays of failure, there should be something to commemorate the pain. Someday we’ll forget that great Brazil disaster. Till then, Richard, I wish you well. I wish you love affairs and plenty of hot water, and women kinder than I treated you. I forget the reason, but I loved you once, remember? Maybe in this season, drunk and sentimental, I’m willing to admit a part of me, crazed and kamikaze, ripe for anarchy, loves still.
Sandra Cisneros, “One Last Poem for Richard” (via localhoneysweetness)
Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via books-n-quotes)
If all I am is what I am perceived to be than what room is there left for me to be me? There is too much pain in being painted an angel. I am one mistake away from the becoming the devil. I can't imagine the fall. All these people say they wouldn't be here without me, but yet I am the only reason I don't want to be here at all. Who am I if not the mask I wear? Who am I if not the things I think behind a closed mind? Are they not the same? There's a million different people living inside my mind. Perhaps I'm a collection of everyone I have ever loved. That is both my only redeeming quality and my demise. I'm tired of trying to be the beauty they see in me. Being loved is the heaviest weight I've ever carried. I have so many apologies to hand out. I want to scream you've fallen in love with a mad woman, a true actress who has forgotten her role. When you love a character from a tv show, you think you love the actress, but you only love who she pretends to be. I have forgotten when I am pretending. I am sorry and sorry and sorry and tired. I don't recognize my reflection anymore, but everyone keeps telling me she's so great. I am sorry and sorry and sorry and tired. My heart keeps bragging I am, and I laugh. Who are you dear heart?
Bell Jar Blues-Shelby Rae
Hi, my name is Charley and I am a 25 year old transgender male. I started my transition a little over two years ago, and almost became a statistic. At the beginning of 2015, I attempted to take my own life thinking I could never transition. When I woke up in the hospital, I realized that I had...
Top surgery date officially scheduled for April 10th, 2018!
Please consider donating if you can and signal boost if possible. I will need any and all help- as I’ll also be out of work for about two weeks recovering. I’m so excited everyone- I can’t believe this dream of mine is coming true.
a loved banana says what?
Is this a knock knock joke from the moon?
When I write I know. Remember that miraculous saying of the boy Keats — I am certain of nothing, but the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of Imagination —
A. S. Byatt, Possession (via antigonick)
Everything I love the most in this world in one photo (two).
Alt title: My whole heart caught in one frame.
Time will pass; these moods will pass; and I will, eventually, be myself again.
Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
This book is sooooo good
Top 3 fave Demi Lovato songs from each album
Don’t Forget: The Middle, Until You’re Mine, Believe in Me
Here We Go Again: Every Time You Lie, World of Chances, Stop the World
Unbroken: Fix a Heart, My Love’s Like a Star, Skyscraper
Demi: Nightingale, Warrior, Without the Love
Confident: Wildfire, Old Ways, Lionheart
Tell Me You Love Me: Only Forever, Cry Baby, Hitchhiker
Tell Me You Love Me: Tell Me You Love Me, Lonely, Only Forever
Confident: Stone Cold, Old Ways, Yes
Demi: Warrior, I Really Don't Care, In Case
Unbroken: Skyscrapper, Lightweight, Give Your Heart A Break
Here We Go Again: Catch Me, Every Time You Lie, Everything You're Not
Don't Forget: Don't Forget, Trainwreck, La La Land
Highly sensitive (introverted) people process their environments - both physical and emotional - unusually deeply. They tend to notice subtleties that others miss - another person’s shift in mood, or a lightbulb burning a touch too brightly.
Susan Cain, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking (via fyp-psychology)
SHOUTOUT TO THE MISS PERU 2018 CONTESTANTS FOR GIVING STATS ABOUT WOMEN’S ISSUES INSTEAD OF THEIR BODY MEASUREMENTS
I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.
Uma Thurman (via help-n-quotes)
reasons i haven’t replied back:
- i’m socially exhausted - i don’t have the time right now - i don’t know how to reply - i have a bad memory and got distracted - i’m having a depressive episode and don’t have the energy to socialise
not reasons i haven’t replied back:
- i’m ignoring you just because - i hate you - i’m fed up with you - i don’t want to be your friend anymore