im a good girl, with almost good intentions. slightly mischievous, witty, and sarcastic. i got mad love for books, business, and politics,I am analytic. I am a dreamer. I am a realist. and yes im full of contradictions
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
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“I am (expletive) confused. I feel stupid. I feel naïve that I had that dream for us. I feel like I give so much and I’m so open and I’m a loving person and I deserve that back. I feel like I give way more than I get. … I was so sure. She’s always made me feel secure in us. I still believe that she is the love of my life. That’s what is so painful, you know? Ever since the beginning, this has just always been about Emily and I, and I can’t believe that I’m here. It felt really good to fall in love and it makes me realize it’s just so hard to find that person.”
I miss you because memory
is a kind editor.
The past is a long scroll and
in it is the story of us,
told with gentle metaphor, and
words that bring
you back and back, even as you
lie there, lying.
“Return Key,” Cory Mesler (via clavicola)
I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on.
Henry Rollins (via loveyourchaos)
(Source: isetthingsonfire)
Everyone is trying to accomplish something big, not realizing that life is made up of little things.
Frank A. Clark (via youngfolksociety)
(Source: whitemarch)
(Source: mightystrawberry)
A man who procrastinates in his choosing will inevitably have his choice made for him by circumstance.
64/365 #flickr365 quote of the day (by gareth aka yetanothercreative aka diceliving76)
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
Sylvia Plath (via silklace)
(Source: violets-autumn)
(by Christina Penland)
