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rip wombatbarbie

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And in honor, here’s the first post I ever made on this blog, honoring my old blog. That’s what we call full circle, baby.

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gonna remake my blog so catch me at a new url xoxo

[heartmagician]

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aaaaaaahhhhhhh

[dopethingsarehappening-deactiva]

Visit Original Link

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just bought my new car and it’s noting I wanted but still sexy cause it’s mine

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Sometimes I still get rly distraught thinking about the falling out that bethenny and jill had

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can’t wait to get home and smoke some sexy w**d

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Don’t know why I agreed to a 16 hour work day tomorrow but I’m already regretting it now

[bitterbuffalow]

Visit Original Link

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what a week! still looking hot tho

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gn, xoxo

[arnikas]

whn someone asks what i want to do with my loife im like..Yah i wanna ride the metro in the winter….be aparty girl.uhhhh take a dance class and wear leg warmers Umm..have a little baby……Sit on the prairie by my river and close my eyes..thanks so much

[adderalldust]

“You are twenty. You are not dead, although you were dead. The girl who died. And was resurrected. Children. Witches. Magic. Symbols. Remember the illogic of the fantasy.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via eveninglesbian)

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Swaying and not caring about my hips. It's pure when I forget that I am corporeal. With sugar on the tips of my fingers, I know it’s not enough even before the bough breaks. I am lost somewhere, always, but it’s never the same. You ask but you lose yourself in the process and I have to break the mirror to explain. It's always too loud to last.

So here, I need to confess my sins, that yes- everything tasted so good and I couldn't help myself. And the water was just so sweet. And the air was almost too soft. I ate, and drank, and swam through clouds. I couldn't just stop living.

It's hard to know what's right when everything shifts so much. So I think. And I ache. And I remain. I want love to pour from me like white light. I want to swallow myself whole. I want to belong.

Strobe lights and it’s a million shades of wrong. But, finally, someone who understands what it feels like when it's 4am and your party just won't end. And yes, my party just won't end. But listen, I don't mind as much as I used to. And listen, you can stay as long as you need to.

Sometimes, I forget how time would stop when we waltzed through the kitchen at night, all four left feet and my lead. How the raindrops on the windshield would glow under the streetlights like little stars. But in an abstract way, I understood. I understand. But still, I want to free my hummingbird heart. Still, I want to free the throbbing in my fingers.

Still, I’m always waiting for my intermittent sunbaths.

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Was feeling real sad yesterday so I ordered a six pack of ridiculously big hair bows which, I think, is really just the perfect example of me coping with literally anything ever