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You do not need pasta.

Me laying in bed talking to myself at 1:30 in the morning  (via seabelle)

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A rainy day spent in New York City is still better than a day spent anywhere else.

somethingsomethingriverwoods:

Louis C.K.

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teachingliteracy:

this bookmark is very meta.

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Being in love with two different people really. fucking. sucks. When did my life become If/Then?

#personal  #men  #if/then  #love  

Sun Is Rising

Back and forth
Like waves in high tide
You and I were restless

We kept dancing
The way the sun and moon rise
Unaware of direction

The current split
We left each other behind
And I sighed with the sea at the loss of mine

But the sun will rise again
And you’ll be alright
Because like the moon, I’m already out of sight

#poetry  #poem  #personal  #sea  #beach  #ocean  #waves  #love  

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Omfg

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Men still have trouble recognizing that a woman can be complex, can have ambition, good looks, sexuality, erudition and common sense. A woman can have all those facets, and yet men, in literature and in drama, seem to need to simplify women, to polarize us as either the whore or the angel. - Natalie Dormer

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I control your entire country, kids

this is literally my favorite picture of the president

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Hocking Hills, OH

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Seven months have gone by and you just told me I was beautiful for the first time today

You never pulled me close and kissed me
You never grabbed my hair in a passionate frenzy
I never saw the zeal for my presence in your eyes
You never showed me what it was like to be truly wanted by you
You never even asked me on a date

But still
I will miss your soft brown eyes and even softer brown hair
I will miss your smooth, tan skin
And knowing I’ll never touch it again kills me
However, I won’t miss the uncertainty of everything

I wish more than anything I could love you the way I love him
But he did all of these things and more
And I can’t hang on for nights of staring at you and wondering when you’d finally get it
Hopefully with the next girl, it clicks
And she won’t feel tortured as I did

Your hands will forever pluck at my heart strings the way you play a beautiful melody
But every song ends at some point

Is the man I love in another continent? Yes. Do I have to spend the summer/rest of the year wallowing about it? No. I have an amazing internship, I live in the most exciting city, and, if I actually make a solid effort, I can meet new people and cultivate friendships, old and new. I need to cry it out at night right now so I can get over it in the morning tomorrow.

#personal  

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