January 2012
December 2011
its going to be my birthday tomorrow (jan 1st)! I’m excited to start the new year aged 16 and my big sister baked me a unicorn cake wow :)
thewallflower:
There are entire galaxies beneath your skin I wish I could reach.
When I am silent, I have thunder hidden inside.
– Rumi (via spiritd3sire)
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today i got a pair of beautiful h&m panties on sale FOR ONE DOLLAR
let me be an olsen twin they are so pretty holy cheekbones wow
my dad is watching a coin collecting shopping channel on tv what is happening
I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in...
– Henry David Thoreau (via shesinacoma)
i-will-love-you-recklessly asked: beautiful blog <3
infinitemisfortune-deactivated2 asked: hi love would you please check out my blog <3
But instead of lonely isolation, I read and wrote and thought and thought. I...
– Ophelia Speaks by Sara Shandler (via dancesinthenight)
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omfg i’mso fucking drunk right now :))))
It was the sort of beauty you feel so deeply it becomes contagious and somehow...
– Alice Hoffman (via misswallflower)
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling...
– Kerouac (via ramonaray)
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Rather die in your arms, than die lonesome Rather die hard, than die hollow The higher that I climb The deeper I fall down I’m running out of time So let’s dance while we’re waiting
questions? pretty please →
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I bit my tongue in the arc of conversation I met you once and I’ve fallen for your notion Do you believe that there’s treasures in the ocean? I don’t know why, I don’t know why Girl…. You make me wanna feel Things…. I’ve never felt before Girl…. You make me wanna feel Did I say I’m just a boy? Did I say I’m just a boy?
But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended,...
– Rohinton Mistry, A Fine Balance (via larmoyante)
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omg i love underwear
And she understood as I did that when you sat down and put your hands on the...
– Homer and Langley, E. L. Doctorow (via clavicola)
I never tire of birdsong and sky and weather. I want to write poems that are...
– Stanley Kunitz, The Art of Poetry No. 29 (via clavicola)