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“What if she was meant to be, or could have been, someone important in my life? I think that’s what scares me: the randomness of everything. That the people who could be important to you might just pass you by. Or you pass them by.”

— Peter Cameron, Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You (via simply-quotes)

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Watch how he treats waiters and speaks to his sister and acts when you win your third round of spit. Does he untangle the christmas lights with care? Fuck this. Hold that. Make sure you listen. When you’re late –overtired and dead in the eyes– watch him. Does he draw you close and talk you into slow dancing around your shoebox bedroom? Tell him a joke and wait for his lungs to bleed laughter. If they don’t, you should leave. Or stay and watch him cook dinner and fold laundry. Flip pancakes. Touch your underwear and sigh. Oh! Kids and dogs, too. Puppies, preferably. These are good indicators. Does he dip low to greet them? Small things might scare him, and if they do, you should leave. Or don’t. Or tiptoe around him until the tension erupts. Storm Warning. Code Red. Listen to him sing in the shower. Billy Joel. Elton John. Elvis, but only around Christmas time. Forgive, but don’t forget. And fuck. All the time. Don’t ever call it making love. That's idiotic, and you know it. Do it in your childhood bed after your parents fall asleep. Just once and only for the adrenalin. A quickie. A never have I ever completed. Afterwards, tell him about the time you lost your virginity to James Nelson in the backseat of his mom’s mini van. Tell him you think you were too young, but mean you wish you could take it back, and let him see you bare for a moment Let him kiss you hard like he’s trying to tell you something, but don’t make any assumptions. He could be too drunk, after all. He’s always too drunk. Have the kids talk, the marriage talk, the my side of the bed talk. If you survive all of this, you should stay. Unless you say, “We need to talk,” and he squirms. This is cruel, but ultimately effective. Or maybe try, “I love you.” This, I warn you, is even crueler. When he says it back, ask why, and listen as he hands you pebble after pebble of ego. Don’t be fooled. You can still leave. That’s still an option. Clothes thrown haphazardly into a suitcase- his or yours, you honestly can’t remember. You say you want more, and he asks of what. It’s ok not to know, but even if you do know, don’t you dare clue him in. For once in your life play hard to get. Watch him watch you half-way through the threshold of something brand new. Does he cry? Not now, necessarily, just ever. If he didn’t cry when you watched The Titanic, you should leave. Unless he’s crying now. Which he is. Holy shit. Unpack your bag slowly, sock by sock, and let yourself wonder if you’re making the right decision. Let your heart break a little for the other side of the coin. Does he care about people? Not just you, but people. Humanity. Peace on earth. But then, okay, does he care about you? Enough, I mean. Does he care about you enough? He’s here now, and he says your name like a prayer, like a curse, like a thing he thought he’d lost in the fire. And then he’s mad as hell. Wait for him to clench his fists and practice patience. Push his buttons if you like, but don’t expect him to play nice. Sleep on the couch, just for a night, and hold on tight when he carries you back to your bed, his bed, in the middle of the night. Don’t bring it up in the morning. He’ll just blame it on your sleepwalking, and that’ll spark another fight about nothing. And by nothing I mean everything. Watch him pour your coffee a week later and add two sugars and a cream, just how you like it. Does he still pray under his breath right before bed? Listen to the way he says, “Amen,” and compare it to the way he traces your brow when he thinks you’re still asleep. He’s too proud to act that way in front of his parents. Or anyone else, for that matter. Look through his drawers, top to bottom, and swallow the thrill that arises when you find the crumpled love note you once left on his desk at the job that he quit last year. Remember the way he used to call you darling. Mourn for a moment, only a moment, the way he used to be. And watch him that night, stroking the cat you couldn’t leave at the shelter, and let yourself wonder what life might be like without him. If the answer scares you or excites you or makes you tuck your feet up under your legs, stop. Breathe. He’s staring at you, waiting for answers. Scoot a little closer. You know what to do.

on falling in love and falling apart  (via yourhandwrittenletter)

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She was the garden, and she too, just her alone, was the gardener.

Lukas W. // The gardener (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

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SKAM (2015 - )

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shoutout to the pansexual people who knew they were pansexual before they knew there was a word for it.

shoutout to the pansexual people who were confused and struggled to define their sexuality.

shoutout to the pansexual people who knew they weren’t straight but couldn’t find a label for their sexuality that they really identified with.

shoutout to the pansexual people who felt pressure to label themselves before they fully figured their sexuality, so they labeled themselves as gay or bi.

shoutout to the pansexual people who described their sexuality as them just “liking who they like" or "liking people”.

shoutout to the pansexual people who, upon discovering the term pansexual, felt like everything suddenly clicked because you finally had the term that accurately described your sexuality.

you’re all wonderful, cute pans whose journeys are all valid.

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“That line [’I wish I knew how to quit you.’] has moved, it has been mocked, it has been everything in between, but I remember coming out of that scene, off that ridge of the hill, and seeing a number of the crew, some of whom didn’t even know what the movie was about, crying. When I first read that line, I was like, ‘What is that?’ Now I realize that anybody who has loved knows what that feels like. The interesting part of casting us at such a young age was that we didn’t completely understand what we were involved in, and that’s the beauty of the movie as well.” —Jake Gyllenhaal

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advantages to wearing oversized sweaters:

instant cute outfit with minimal effort

it enhances the coziness when u drink hot beverages

sweater paws are guaranteed to make u feel 43% more adorable

u can unbutton ur jeans and no one will know

disadvantages to wearing oversized sweaters:

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a few quick reminders:

- that thing you did that was kind of embarrassing and weird, everyone else forgot about that already

- you look fine today, if you can’t notice something on your face standing 6 feet from a mirror then nobody else will either

- if something is out of your control, do not let yourself or anyone else expect you to deal with it alone

- social lives can go through cycles sometimes, if you feel like your friends are all ignoring you for no reason they’re probably just busy with other things

- if you can’t stop thinking about someone or something, find something mentally occupying to do like reading a book or watching a movie. it won’t solve any serious problems but you will feel better

- nothing will always be easy, if you’re trying then that should be good enough for anyone. if it’s not then you’re talking with the wrong people

- never underestimate the importance of going to bed, if it’s dark outside and you feel bad just go to bed and deal with your problems the next day

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Things we stole (with no intention of returning): minutes; time elapsed not in seconds but breaths, the inflation of lungs with something sweeter than air, an ephemeral etherea that dissipated altogether like the fog of morn glances; your eyes were my eyes, held within my own like a precious gem one only parts with in death, we peered into one another with a fond anticipation of finding something -anything, what-exactly-we-hadn’t-a-clue -worth keeping for eternity breath; in case my lungs collapsed I carried the comfort of knowing that I could always breathe through yours, and vice versa, until that which we breathed in should itself become too heavy for us both to bear fire; two flames each, extinguished, one in the center and one further below, how we revelled to be engulfed by this, to be ravaged by this, to be destroyed by this lightning; a storm often brewed in my throat, but you had always managed somehow to kiss it back into sedation, pressing lips to fury like a blade of grass braving against sharpened steel, you took from me this fury and used it instead to spark the light in our eyes, ever shining a beacon signalling home

Azra Elle Phoenix (via phoenixpoetics)

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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.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via bookmania)

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