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“I recognize that the person I was in my past is not the person I am today.” — Jonathan Lockwood Huie

[quoteswagga]

You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect—you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break—her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.

Bob Marley (via quoteswagga)

[thesanderstans]

Bernie Sanders if a crazy socialist. . . how can you even remotely like him? Do you have any idea what would happen to the USA if he got elected?! Everyone would be taxed to the hilt and if everyone got paid a sum of money every week regardless of what kind of job they had, or if they had a job at all, then why would anyone work? If a doctor is paid the same amount of money that a custodian is, then why aspire to be a doctor or any other high paying job. Oh that's right, no one would.

Before you try and chide me with on the basis of your irrational fears, please learn the definition of socialism instead of relying on the unfounded socialist fear mongering tactics Americans are force fed. What you are describing is communism, so here’s a handy dandy list of differences between the two economic systems.

[phroyd]

Anonymous The Dopey Head! - Phroyd

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Olin & the Moon - Not in Love

My heart is breaking...

[strawbabie]

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Why the wedding ring is worn on the fourth finger:

The Chinese give a beautiful explanation to this.

The thumb represents your parents.

The index finger represents your siblings.

The middle finger represents yourself.

The ring finger represents your life partner.

The little finger/pinky represents your children.

Hold your hands together like the picture. Join your middle fingers back-to-back, and the remaining fingers tip-to-tip.

Now, try to separate your thumbs. They will separate because your parents are not destined to live with you forever. Rejoin your thumbs and separate your index fingers. They will separate because your siblings will have their own families and lead their own lives. Rejoin your index fingers and separate your little fingers/pinkies. They will separate because your children will grow up, get married, and settle down. Rejoin your little fingers/pinkies and try to separate your ring finger. They will not be able to separate because your life partner is meant to be with you throughout your entire life, through thick and thin.

[theworldisonebigballofamazing-d]

[thingsaboutboyfriends]

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purusamoretfelicitas:

He claims he can read my mind. Haha.

[booksandtea]

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purusamoretfelicitas:

I loved these books in grade school! I wrote a report in 8th grade about Lois and got to email back and forth with her. I thought it was the coolest thing ever! :)

<3

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Hi. What is your name?

Fallon :)

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Is connecting with someone really this complicated or do we just make it worse?

       Somewhere along the way we've gotten lost..took too many rights away from each other back there along the path and now I feel like I'm fighting to find myself back to something that's long gone.

       Is there really a such thing as second chances or is it just doomed to fail regardless? I've been given a million and one chances and I still just can't seem to find my niche.

       I look around at my life, and I'm anything but pleased with where I am, but I have no clue where I'm going or where I even remotely want to go. I set myself up for disappointment time and time again and I just can't seem to break the habit.

       Somewhere along the way I slipped off track. I can't find my place here in this world we've created and I'm not sure of how to cure myself of this misery I walk through everyday.

       There was a time when I could find the beauty in almost everything, and now I've lost that perspective on life it seems.  I'm stuck in memories of you and me. I continue to ask myself what if and what could of been.  Somehow I convince myself that maybe things could still work, but deep down I know better, but as soon as I feel like I've moved on, I find myself picking away at those loose threads and watching myself unravel.

       Maybe I've made too many mistakes along the way, maybe I'm beyond forgiveness and second chances. Maybe I've taken too much to be given any thing more.

       Truth is, I live a life of misery hidden behind a front of fake smiles. I miss you each and every day regardless of where I am or what I'm doing. Some nights are better than others, but some nights I just lie in bed and cry out for you.

        I know things are better off this way (or at least I tell myself so), but you affect me unlike any other soul could. And really I just can't escape the regret.

        My life is in shambles and I just can't seem to fix this. I can't seem to fix myself. I'm so unhappy with where I am, but I can't seem to find the exit door. I'm lost in this labyrinth we call life.

                           Take my hand and lead me out of this maze please.

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There is something indescribably moving in the way nature in Petersburg, suddenly with the coming of spring, reveals herself in all her might and glory, in all the splendour with which heaven has endowed her, in the way she blossoms out, dresses up, decks herself out with flowers….She reminds me somehow rather forcibly of that girl, ailing and faded, upon whom you sometimes look with pity or with a certain compassionate affection, or whom you simply do not notice at all, but who in the twinkling of an eye and only for one fleeting moment becomes by some magic freak of chance indescribably fair and beautiful; and, stunned and fascinated, you ask yourself what power it was that made those sad and wistful eyes blaze forth with such a fire? What caused the rush of blood to her pale and hollow cheeks What brought passion to that sweet face? Why did her bosom heave so wildly?

White Nights by Fyodor Dostoyevsky  (via quotesforintellectuals)

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Lulz!!

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A man bends down and says,  "Son, we're going to get through this one  take my hand and let us pray..." I scream, "Please get the fuck away." I'm the arrow, Shot straight to hell From the bow of William Tell. My body lies Kissing the ground Like a cross turned upside down.

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Someone save me if you will And take away all these pills And please just save me, if you can  From the blasphemy in my wasteland

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How long how long will I slide Separate my side I don't  I don't believe it's bad Slittin my throat It's all I ever I heard your voice through a photograph I thought it up and brought up the past  Once you've know you can never go back I've got to take it on the otherside Centuries are what it meant to me  A cemetery where I marry the sea Stranger things could never change my mind I've got to take it on the otherside Take it on the otherside Take it on the otherside Take it on  Take it on  How long how long will I slide Separate my side I don't  I don't believe it's bad Slittin my throat It's all I ever Pour my life into a paper cup The ashtrays full and I'm spillin' my guts S(he) wants to know am I still a slut I've got to take it on the other side Scarlet starlet and she's in my bed A candidate for a soul mate bled Push the trigger and pull the thread I've got to take it on the otherside Take it on the otherside  Take it on Take it on How long how long will I slide Separate my side I don't  I don't believe it's bad Slittin my throat It's all I ever Turn me on take me for a hard ride Burn me out leave me on the otherside I yell and tell it that It's not a friend I tear it down I tear it down And then it's born again How long how long will I slide Separate my side I don't  I don't believe it's bad Slittin my throat It's all I ever I don't I don't believe it's bad Slittin my throat  It's all I ever 

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Not knowing how to think I scream aloud, begin to sink My legs and arms are broken down With envy for the solid ground I'm reaching for the life within me How can one man stop his ending I thought of just your face Relaxed, and floated into space