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livid, adj. Fuck You for cheating on me. Fuck you for reducing it to the word cheating. As if this were a card game, and you sneaked a look at my hand. Who came up with the term cheating, anyway? A cheater, I imagine. Someone who thought liar was too harsh. Someone who thought devastator was too emotional. The same person who thought, oops, he’d gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Fuck you. This isn’t about slipping yourself an extra twenty dollars of Monopoly money. These are our lives. You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned ― David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary
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Bad poem has no curfew. Stays out until the crows start cawing. Sleeps in the flower beds with the squirrels.   Yawns itself awake by sunset. Says no to the broccoli on its plate.   Bad poem like yesterday’s clothes and last week’s leftovers. Bad poem like messy pasta and shredded cheese.   Bad poem like skipped meals and missed appointments. Bad poem like egg yolk.   Bad poem knows how to kick and how to scream. Knows the rules of the road but doesn’t follow them. Bad poem says, “I know you are but what am I?” Bad poem leaves cracks in your windshield.   Bad poem like bad dancer. Stringy limbs   and no rhythm. Bad poem cuts corners and doesn’t plan. Leaves abruptly and then stumbles in to say, “It won’t happen again.” Bad poem says, “I’m sorry”.   Bad poem weeps. Bad poem with a hangover. Bad poem as a good listener. Bad poem always has a shoulder to cry on. Bad poem opens another bottle of wine. Bad poem is lonely. Bad poem sleeps naked.   Bad poem remembers all the details. Gives  birth to a thousand baby poems. Names them all “you”. Colors every eye green. Bad poem as bad mother. Neglects the other children. Bad poem plays favorites.
Kelsey Danielle, “Bad Poem”
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This Artist Experiences Sound As Colors And Paints What Music Looks Like
Melissa McCracken, a painter with synesthesia, explains what it’s like to see your favorite songs. [x]
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“Karma Police” — Radiohead
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“Little Wing” — Jimi Hendrix
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“Gravity” — John Mayer 
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“Imagine” — John Lennon
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“Joy in Repetition” — Prince
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“Since I’ve Been Loving You” — Led Zeppelin
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“Life On Mars?” — David Bowie
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“Tonight, Tonight” — The Smashing Pumpkins
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Don’t ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn’t fall in love, I rose in it. I saw you and made up my mind.
Toni Morrison, Jazz (via wordsnquotes)
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You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
I really needed to hear that right now
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In 2008, it was all about vampires. In 2011, it was dystopian societies with corrupt governments. And now, 2014 seems to be the year of teenagers with fatal diseases.
As far as Hollywood obsessions go, the first two are pretty benign. In real life, there are no supernatural creatures roaming the streets at night thirsting for human blood, no game shows forcing adolescents to fight to the death. Romanticizing those subjects isn’t that worrisome. A vampire is never going to write “Twilight” author Stephenie Meyer to tell her: “I’m not being portrayed properly, and now everyone thinks I sparkle.”
But teenagers with illnesses do exist. I am one of them, and it hurts to see movies and television glamorize our suffering.
Everything about this article is so accurate and important!
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To my daughter I will say, ‘See your beauty without a compliment or a mirror.’
'Blind' by Della Hicks-Wilson
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Only know you're high when you've been feeling low
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Don't worry about temptation -- as you grow older, it starts avoiding you
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Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth
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Apology is a lovely perfume; it can transform the clumsiest moment into a gracious gift.
Margaret Lee Runbeck
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you know when you can feel yourself losing friends because of how sick you are
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