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Jennifer Faye Harris Literature & Writing

theunderestimator:

"Coffee & Cigarrettes", dir. by Jim Jarmusch (2003)

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Loving someone is a process. Whether that’s God, or that’s another sticky human, it’s a process. The movies will say it’s something different but— no matter how instant that first draw to someone is— love is a building process. It’s doors unlocking. It’s windows breaking. It’s the discovery of new rooms inside of yourself. It’s the dark. And it’s the light. And it’s dark and light all scrambled into one. At the root of it, it’s a slow, trusting, building process that starts with letting someone in.

Hannah Brencher, this blog post (via pureblyss)

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miki-quinn:

plus sized models are JUST as unrealistic as skinny models.

They have been elongated, their cellulite has been brushed out, waists pinched and hips widened and rounded.

It makes us think “I’m not even plus sized pretty” when NO-ONE IS.

They aren’t being forward thinking.

They aren’t embracing body positivity

They’ve just creating another unrealistic standard for women to hate themselves for.

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serkets:

itsgayerinenochian:

creepyjirachi:

"you can’t be just friends with people of the gender you’re attracted to"
myth actually true. i, as a bisexual, can confirm that i have no friends.

pansexuals spend their lives in solitude, with only rocks for company

meanwhile asexuals are friends with everyone. literally every single person on the planet. i do not know how i remember so many names

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aseaofquotes:

— Emily Dickinson

aseaofquotes:

— Emily Dickinson

aseaofquotes:

Jonathan Coe, The Rotters’ Club

aseaofquotes:

Jonathan Coe, The Rotters’ Club

unphh:

kuntsnuggles:

I have this problem where ‘the other day’ for me ranges from yesterday to around 5 years ago

and ‘a friend of mine’ is literally anybody i’ve ever heard of whose opinion i like

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You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect—you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break—her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.

Bob Marley (via kushandwizdom)

More good vibes here

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I wake up every morning and choose you, without a second thought.

Peyton Scott (via deliriosity)

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tennants-hair:

lokean-nomad:

nothingbecomingsomething:

weightlesslives:
Posting on Tumblr is like talking to your cat. You don’t know if they are listening, and you don’t know if they care, but for some reason, it still helps.
This might be the most accurate thing I’ve read ever

And sometimes they attack you completely unprovoked.

That too

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dutchvintagesoul:

Audrey Hepburn, 1953.

dutchvintagesoul:

Audrey Hepburn, 1953.

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lucillebruise:

blastortoise:

okay but when you have holocaust survivors and people who were activists during the civil rights movement supporting mike brown and then KKK members and neo nazi’s supporting the officer you should be able to figure out which side is the right one.

imageYes. The answer is yes. 

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geeecaaa:

Loving me will not be easy. It will be war. You will hold the gun and I will hand you the bullets. So breathe, and embrace the beauty of the massacre that lies ahead.

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