thetimelordpirate:

Life is like a pair of pants. Some days you find money in the pocket, and other days your pocket catches on the doorknob of your classroom and you take out three desks and a foreign exchange student as you stumble in.

(Source: salamurai, via insidiouschris)

santatveit:

going back to school after a break is like when you pause a video game to go pee and when you come back you forget how intense and chaotic everything was when you paused it and the second you unpause it all your enemies collectively punch you in the face

(Source: hectorstaco, via ohericachristine)

americandreambarbie:

if you can’t handle me at my 

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you don’t deserve me at my

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(via katyperrys)

" Date someone who is interested in you. I don’t mean someone who thinks you’re cute or funny. I mean someone who wants to know every insignificant detail about you. Someone who wants to read every word you write. Someone who wants hear every note of your favourite song, and watch every scene of your favourite movie. Someone wants to find every scar upon your body, and learn where each one came from. Someone who wants to know your favourite brand of toothpaste, and which quotes resonate deep inside your bones when you hear them. There is a difference between attraction and interest. Find the person who wants to learn every aspect of who you are, and hold onto them. "
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carry-on-my-consulting-tardis:

I have two moods 

One is highly sophisticated intellectual who goes into complex thoughts and is always moody and deep

the other is an immature 5 year old that doesn’t know how to control herself or her language or her actions

there is no inbetween

(Source: lydiamartuin, via beauty-in-insecurities)

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" What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless. Well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age. "
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Dear future husband,

Come be my tune already.

"

1.
i liked you because when you spoke you said
things like “blue busses remind me of Easter”
and “God lives inside the walls of art museums”

2.
two days before graduation you picked me up at 4 AM
and we drove down to Michigan, I told you about my
sister and you told me about winters in Connecticut

3.
when i left for college, i wrote you three poems and
handed them to you in white envelopes, you gave me
sea shells you found when you were thirteen and alone

4.
he tastes bitter and i still think about your laughter
i wonder if you look for the moon on broken nights
because my skin burns when strange boys touch me

5.
when i received the invitation to your wedding,
i took a shower and boiled myself into patches
of pain, then i called and said congratulations

6.
she looked beautiful at the wedding and i got
drunk off of red wine and told your mother how
you used to cry when people called you brave

7.
we talked once, you told me you haven’t read
my poems yet and asked if i still had your sea
shells, i told you i was supposed to be in white

8.
i moved to Australia and three years later i
received an apology letter from you which
i burned and then wouldn’t sleep for weeks

9.
i still think about you on nights when my
husband is sleeping and my black lungs
want cigarettes i promised to stop smoking

10.
i saw you in my dreams last night, you
were kissing my neck and stroking my
thighs and i woke up crying in sweat

11.
i went to your funeral last Thursday night,
you were always talking about Autumn so
i didn’t think you should have died in winter

12.
i cut my hair short before visiting your grave
because i didn’t want anyone to recognize me,
i left your sea shells and cried on the way home

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