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  2. "She said, ‘I’m so afraid.’ And I said, ‘why?,’ and she said, ‘Because I’m so profoundly happy. Happiness like this is frightening.’ I asked her why and she said, ‘They only let you be this happy if they’re preparing to take something from you.’"
    — Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner   (via hattiewatson)

    (Source: larmoyante, via hattiewatson)

     

  3. wibblywobblyspookywooky:

    pocketangels:

    an english major, an art major, and a film major walk into a bar

    they all get ridiculed for pursuing what they love

    (via plantsarefoodtoo)

     

  4. She told him she couldn’t sleep with his fingers so tangled in her hair
    And his mouth so buried in her neck
    But that was before she realized
    Her hair was in her eyes
    And her neck was cold as ice
    Without his comfort and security there

     

  5. I’m still trying to figure out
    If I love this road enough to stay on it
    Or if I’m just too afraid of what may lie at the end of the others
    I’m not sure I’ll ever decide

     

  6. tiredfoxes:

    I wrote a poem
    inspired
    by all of the other girls
    you’ve slept with.
    It was long
    and dark,
    like the third ones hair,
    but this isn’t that poem.
    This poem
    is the one I wrote
    when the shaking stopped
    and I was finally able
    to control the beat.
    This poem
    is the one I wrote
    when I realized
    that her waist line
    isn’t mine
    and yet it’s still the place
    you rest your hands
    at night.

     

  7. Run your hands through my hair
    Replace the cooled off air in my throat with the warmth of yours
    I have not forgotten how to love
    I am not so stagnant you must throw me out
    I am a stronger wave now
    Strong enough to realize
    I have never loved you well enough

     

  8. tiredfoxes:

    I am round face not her
    I am suck-it-in not her
    I am brown hair, grey roots, bad skin not her
    I am get drunk on a Wednesday not her
    I am fat gut, huge thighs not her
    I am couch not gym not her
    I am books and binders not her
    I am callouses on my heart not my hands not her
    I am insecure not her

     
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  11. vines-intertwined:

    I will never not reblog this because this is literally my entire social life, and this lyric/song made me love Never Shout Never ten times more than I already had.

    (Source: shesintothedrummer, via enchantingeyes)

     

  12. headed out to a photography class. introvert self is freaking out.

     
  13. whenthenightturnscold:

    Mad Girl’s Love Song

    (via mustanggina)

     
  14. who are the angels and who are the demons? (by Kara_Elizabeth)

     

  15. tiredfoxes:

    I wrote a poem
    inspired
    by all of the other girls
    you’ve slept with.
    It was long
    and dark,
    like the third ones hair,
    but this isn’t
    that poem.
    This poem
    is the one I wrote
    when the shaking stopped
    and I was finally able
    to control the beat.
    This poem
    is the one I wrote
    when I realized
    that her waist line
    isn’t mine
    and yet it’s still the place
    you rest your hands
    at night.