February 2012
17 posts
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when good girl meets bad girl..
It’s become apparent to me how sad we ladies treat each other. So often we’re out there in the world competing for who’s got the greatest looking smile, hair, butt, waist etc. We’re walking down the halls of buildings, stores, and so forth eyeing each other with contempt all the while thinking, “I’m the better woman because I don’t do this and this and...
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when snow became romantic...
It was my first year at the university and I’m not even sure if it was in December or February as it is now, but when those patches of white ice fell from the night sky there was no doubt that love was permeating through the air. I lived on the 7th floor and so from my window, I watched as friends came out in heavy jackets and coats to take in the first snow of the season. The layers of...
praying to God
All I know is that chocolate tastes sweet, but on my own they’re not that fabulous.
God, it’s really late and no one’s here to hold me so could you do me a small favor…. could you cover me with your grace, kiss my eyelids till they’re too tired to open and ward off anything that’ll hurt me. In the circle of your embrace, could you remind me that waiting will be...
“A good short story is almost always about a moment of profound realisation. Or a...”
– Joseph O’Connor
“I get up and pace the room, as if I can leave my guilt behind me. But it tracks...”
– Rosamund Lupton (via misswallflower)
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pointless camera
I have an old digital camera.
It needs to get used.
These past few years have gone undocumented.
That camera sits in my car and I’m not too sure if it’s even “working” now.
I used to make little graphic mini-poster things, now my creativity falls into words typed up or inked down.
Should I pick up that camera again?
Or should I go out on the camera hunt of my...
January 2012
20 posts
mykindafairytalee:
I’ve always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.” ― David Benioff,
“I began this book already feeling a little sorry for myself as a contemporary...”
– Jeffrey Eugenides on The Marriage Plot (via fsgbooks)
“I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual.”
– Virginia Woolf (via hateshiploveship)
“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.’”
– John Greenleaf Whittier (via foremmaforeverag0)
We’ll be deleting every Tumblr account that don’t...
youaremy1direction:
I clicked on the source to see if this was legit. The staff really sent this.
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“The world judges religion not by what the Bible says, but by how Christians...”
– E.M. Bounds (via rachelnickels)
I think Gandhi said it best when he said, “I like your Christ. I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.”
(via mohandasgandhi)
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vamping...
And no this isn’t vampire based.
This is an attempt to flush out my tumblr dashboard so it’s not cluttered with cutesy posts including kittens, pretty lights etc..
I want to see more words! More scribbling. More things for my eyes to skim the screen, left to right over and over again in the hopes that my brain will comprehend the vastness of perspectives.
Commencing….
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good-bye
I hope your life is going well, I hope this year as you drive home you’ll be thinking of your family and all the good times you’ve had because sometimes I still think about those train tracks in town and I wish I could see you to tell you that it’s taken me this long to let the ice inside this stone soul come to dropping the charges that I’ve held against you
And...
December 2011
22 posts
We read to understand and to be understood.
“I want to talk with you forever. I remember every word you’ve ever said to me....”
– Lisa Kleypas (via venebelle) yep. i like this quote very much. (via kei-keu)
astormfortheeternity:
“You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say...”
– William Shakespeare (via sooyeon)
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When you're not here
Candle light dinners and late night walks at the park Can’t compare to the way I hold tight to my pillow With the curtains pulled shut, I curl on my side in the dark Missing your arms while my chest heaves me to sleep
Can’t compare to the way I hold tight to my pillow And morning comes with cold spots in bed Missing your arms while my chest heaves me to sleep Coffee’s just a...