June 2012
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I got bored and made a LOST drinking game. Here’s hoping my parents go to sleep early so I can play without either of them raising their eyebrows at me or asking me “is that a good idea?”. Drinking games are always a good idea.
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Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem...
– Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (via fumblingthroughchaos)
May 2012
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north-woods replied to your post<span >: <em >Oh my god. It’s 2:30 AM. The night is closing in….
HIS EYES ARE AS GREEN AS A FRESH PICKLED TOAD.
HIS HAIR IS AS DARK AS A BLACKBOARD
I WISH HE WERE MINE HE’S REALLY DIVINE
THE HERO WHO CONQUERED THE DARK LORD
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The weird thing about houses is that they almost always look like nothing is...
– Hazel Grace, The Fault In Our Stars, pg 139 (via foldingmaps)
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Oh my god. It’s 2:30 AM. The night is closing in. I feel the demons approaching. They wear novelty t-shirts from Miami Beach. They sing Madonna songs off-key. One of them cannot stop sneezing.
I think I’m funny but really I’m just losing my mind.
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That’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt.
– The Fault in Our Stars | John Green (p. 63)
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Anonymous asked: I like your things posts. You keep it real :P
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I hate e v e r y o n e. Ok not really. But it is taking all of my self control not to tell certain people exactly what I think of them in violent tones with foul language. Or possibly no words. Just arson.
On the other hand, for the first time in over a month my throat doesn’t hurt.
Still doesn’t change the fact that I am absolutely boiling over with rage.
But I had...
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The appropriate response to reality is to go insane.
– Philip K. (via blua)
I get really proud of myself when I do little things like make phone calls I’ve been putting off or make food for myself. Adulthood!
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I might have just danced around my kitchen to Katy Perry. I might have done that.
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I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences,...
– C. S. Lewis (via amorette)
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