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stick your thumb out to me, and i'll take you wherever you need to go.

kels — aerialist — life enthusiast

September 20, 2014 at 11:04pm
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Reblogged from wordsnquotes

Wasn’t that the definition of home? Not where you are from, but where you are wanted.

— Abraham Verghese, Cutting of the Stone (via wordsnquotes)

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11:03pm
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:)
:)
:)
:)

I’m so lost without you.

HAHAHAHA.
Hahaha.
Haha
Ha.

— krn

8:38pm
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that’s weird

I miss you and I just met you and that’s
weird. You call me hun and kiss my
forehead and that’s weird,
too.

I went to the store earlier and I
knew you’d make fun of me for
buying so much cereal, so I made fun
of myself and bought it anyway.
I want to talk to you but I don’t
have
to talk to you and that’s rad,
I think.

I miss you and I just met you.

That’s weird.

September 15, 2014 at 10:56pm
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Reblogged from mingdliu

Texts I wish I was brave enough to send:

1) What do I think? I think you’re making a mistake. I think you’re just making excuses for your heart. I think you’re just fooling yourself into thinking it won’t work out so you don’t have to try. I think you’re scared, that’s why you’d rather call it quits than giveus a chance. I think you know your heart beats louder than your thoughts. And I think you’ve been hurt before and although you don’t want to admit it, I think you’re scared. You’re fucking scared.

2) If we’re just friends, why don’t you act like one? How come we still kiss and can’t get enough of each other’s taste?

3) I really don’t want to be “just friends” with you. But I’d rather be friends with you than nothing at all. Because I don’t want to lose you. I cannot lose you.

4) I know it doesn’t need to be spoken out loud but I just want to say it, so it’s official. I like you. Like, I really like you. And it’s not the things those girls, who used to leave lipstick stain on your clothes, care about like your career or where your family’s from. I don’t care much for that. It’s when you asked me if I wanted to go buy milk with you and when you promised to watch a show with me, even thought you have already watched it before. It’s when you would kiss me on the forehead. It’s those things that I care about the most.

5) If we’re still friends, why haven’t I heard from you in months?

6) I got an A today on my paper. Remember that professor I told you about? The one that hated the way I wrote? The one who gave me my first C+ on an English paper? Well I just got the most recent one back. And I am soaring right now. Maybe I won’t fail this class.

7) My book is still at your house. So is my scarf. I want them back. Or maybe I just want to see you. But then again, I want you to keep them. Remember me. I hope you think of me sometime.

8) One night you said you wish I was closer so I could keep you company. Darling, I wish you were next to me every night.

9) I still wish there was something more. A part of me still hopes that it’s worth more than whatever it was that ended. I keep missing you and somehow, I miss you even more. Even after all these months I still can’t let it all go. I still replay the moments and I still hear conversations we had. There are so many people in this big city but all I see is you. Or maybe that’s the only person I wish to see.

10) I miss you. I really wish I could tell you that. But that feeling is irrelevant to you and I don’t want to seem weak. I am weak, I don’t need you to know I still search for you in the strangers next to me.

11) Those shorts of mine that you threw in the washer with your clothes still smell like your laundry. I can’t seem to get rid of your scent.

12) Listen, please just hear me out. I have so much to say but I need you to promise me that you’ll listen. I have never felt so much for someone in such a short amount of time. And you know, even through it all - I have to say that I’d do it all over again, a million times. Those feelings I had wasn’t just butterflies, it was a house burning down and I ran in. I didn’t care about the flames because I knew you’d be there, somewhere, and you were my shelter, a home. I’ve never felt more alive than I did that evening we sat by the river and drank smoothies. Time never passed as fast that night we sat in Starbucks and talked until it was closing time. Things just never felt as right until you came along.

— 

A Story A Day #256 by Ming D. Liu 

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September 14, 2014 at 9:23pm
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Reblogged from jeigo

Cut the poison out of your life. No matter what - or whom - it may be.

— Jeigo - It’s going to hurt before it gets better  (via lepetitchatblanc)

(Source: jeigo, via trapped-in-multifandom)

September 8, 2014 at 10:08pm
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Reblogged from aestheticintrovert

I am a walking whole.

You were so determined
to be my other half that you
ended up overflowing me.
I am spilling everywhere,
all because you could not
accept me for who I am.

Why were you so intimidated
by this confidence? I would
have loved you with every
single complete piece of me.

— Noor Shirazie (via aestheticintrovert)

10:06pm
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Reblogged from fragilegifts

pickyourheartupoffthefloor:

fragilegifts:

Sometimes recovery is waking up early to write in coffee shops and practicing yoga and eating lots of fruit and chocolate and sometimes it’s staying in bed all day and hiding from the world until you can stop crying. All of this is okay. What’s important is that you take care of yourself no matter what kind of day you’re having.

yep

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8:11pm
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Reblogged from serration

serration:

constantly torn between “if it’s meant to be, it will be” and “if you want it, go get it”

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7:49pm
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Reblogged from dynamicafrica

dynamicafrica:

Today, September 8th, is the 60th birthday of Ruby Nell Bridges - a woman who, being the first black child to attend an all-white school in New Orleans in 1960, underwent a traumatizing ordeal that came to signify the deeply troubled state of race relations in America.

On her first day of school at William Frantz Elementary School, during a 1997 NewsHour interview Bridges recalled that she was perplexed by the site that befell, thinking that it was some sort of Mardi Gras celebration:

"Driving up I could see the crowd, but living in New Orleans, I actually thought it was Mardi Gras. There was a large crowd of people outside of the school. They were throwing things and shouting, and that sort of goes on in New Orleans at Mardi Gras.”

Only six-years-old at the time, little Ruby had to deal with a slew of disgusting and violent harassment, beginning with threats of violence that prompted then President Eisenhower to dispatch U.S Marshals as her official escorts, to teachers refusing to teach her and a woman who put a black baby doll in a coffin and demonstrated outside the school in protest of Ruby’s presence there. This particular ordeal had a profound effect on young Ruby who said that it “scared me more than the nasty things people screamed at us.”

Only one teacher, Barbara Henry, would teach Ruby and did so for over a year with Ruby being the only pupil in her class.

The Bridges family suffered greatly for their brave decision. Her father lost his job, they were barred from shopping at their local grocery store, her grandparents, who were sharecroppers, were forcibly removed from their land, not to mention the psychological effect this entire ordeal had on her family. There were, however, members of their community - both black and white - who gathered behind the Bridges family in a show of support, including providing her father with a new job and taking turns to babysit Ruby.

Part of her experience was immortalized in a 1964 Norman Rockwell painting, pictured above, titled The Problem We All Live With. Her entire story was made into a TV movie released in 1998.

Despite the end of the segregation of schools in the United States, studies and reports show that the situation is worse now than it was in the 1960s.

Today, still living in New Orleans, Briges works as an activist, who has spoken at TEDx, and is now chair of the Ruby Bridges Foundation.

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7:47pm
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Reblogged from keepmywhiskeyneat

Hold my fucking hand, loser. We’re using the buddy system for the rest of our lives.

— How I’m going to propose  (via jovitaramos)

(Source: keepmywhiskeyneat, via auditorre)

4:24pm
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September 7, 2014 at 11:32pm
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Reblogged from anneisrestless

I want to tell you I miss
you with no subtext. No guilt,
no anger, no expectation
that you’ll fix it. I don’t want
you to feel bad or to tell
me it will get better. This
is where we are meant to be
right now – me apart from you,
my hands a little empty and
my heart a little sad.
I just miss you.
I wanted you to know.

— anne, fyi  (via princesswanamoke)

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11:12pm
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I can hear my bones saying
“Please no not another day please”
but I wake up anyway.

I drag lead out of the bed and
drudge along until I don’t have to
anymore.

There is nothing else.

I sit and think
“This is so worthless this sucks I suck”
and

there is nothing else.

5:52pm
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Reblogged from wittyandcharming

things to remember

  • don’t be angry at yourself when anxiety/depression flares up. it isn’t your fault and no one blames you and if they do they’re pieces of shit.
  • don’t orbit around your perceived value so much. you’re not the sum total of what you produce.
  • don’t let yourself wonder why people love you. that’s not how it works. there are not stark, individual reasons that a person can enumerate about why they love you. it’s the entire, unique combination of what and who you are.

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5:47pm
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Reblogged from s-k-e-t-c-h-e-d
s-k-e-t-c-h-e-d:

Love & Space Dust // David Jones

s-k-e-t-c-h-e-d:

Love & Space Dust // David Jones

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