little-druid-faerie:

How could you NOT fall in love with the glow of the moon and stars, the warmth of the sun, the ancient life within the trees, and the sweet melodies of the winds?

(Source: thedruidsforest, via holde-maid)

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evavoros:

do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes

(Source: gaystray, via please-trust-castiel)

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princess-kayjay:

I just had a straight guy tell me “Gah I love lesbians” and before I could even say anything, he added, “because, ya know, they like the same thing I do and sometimes it’s nice to get advice from a girl instead of guys who think making love is just repeatedly putting your dick in something, ya know?” And I have never been more proud of the human race.

(via troy-and-abed-in-a-bubble)

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How rape trials should go?
  • Lawyer: Did he rape her?
  • Witness: Yes, but she was drunk and passed out.
  • Lawyer: That's not what I asked. Did he rape her?
  • Witness: Yes, but she was wearin-
  • Lawyer: I didn't ask what she was wearing. Did he rape her?
  • Witness: Yes, but-
  • Lawyer: I didn't ask anything else. It's just a simple yes or no answer. Did he rape her?
  • Witness: Yes.
  • Laywer: Yes, he raped her.
  • Rape is rape is rape, no matter the context.
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The easiest way to tell if someone loves you is noticing if they stare at your lips when you speak.

K.P.K

(via towritepoems)

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Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word. George R.R. Martin (via unconsoled)

(Source: kayteexlouise, via billmurrayismyspiritanimal)

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3turnsandhome:

lilith-not-eve:

Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.

Yup

(via giveme3verythingtonight)

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Friendship isn’t about who you’ve known the longest. It’s about who walked into your life, said “I’m here for you” and proved it. (via andrewwrichard)

(Source: ispeakquotes.com, via writemeanescape)

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don’t worry love, I hate myself more than you ever could. more relevant now at 8:27pm than ever (via serenityandparadise)

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kiransingh:

the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bag despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life

(via sillysinz)

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veganasana:

can we stop glorifying social anxiety and that “awkward girl”?

Because it’s not cute or adorable when I can’t even text my friends for the absolute terror that they hate me

and I can’t go to the grocery store on weekends or afternoons because there’s too many people and I can’t function

or that I always panic when talking to anyone new ever at all.

It’s not cute. It’s downright terrifying and I’d greatly appreciate it ya’ll fucking stopped.

(via con-ceal)

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swaggersbacktotheimpala:

engage-with-zorp:

sideb00b:

My best friend (who works at State Farm) just called me, so excited, saying she met a cute boy at work, whose name is Jake. She likes Jake from State Farm.

She sounds hideous.

Well she’s a guy so

(via whyhaley)

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At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare Caitlin Moran (via artvevo)

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