Semi-hiatus due to GCE O's. This post has been featured on a 1000notes.com blog.
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I adore p!nk and her music she has inspired me so much and helped me through so much
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I just love books and libraries and the smell of books and complete silence except the sound of someone flipping the pages and i just love words and paper and fictional characters and all the feelings my destiny is to live inside a bookstore
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My dog understands the word “No,” so how are you going to tell me teenage boys don’t know the difference between rape and consent?
Nailed it.
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so maybe you’ll love me like you love her and fight for me and care…
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This reminds me of the most terrible feeling.
When your pain is tangible. You can reach out and touch it. It’s everywhere, consuming you. You don’t even realise how long it’s been eating away at your insides until you finally cave in and crumble helplessly, crashing, spiralling down, hopeless. The terrible tightening in your chest, the constriction of your lungs, the deep, shuddering breaths in as you try to hold back the inevitable- then you break. Now comes the painful, wracking sobs, screaming silently, your damaged self seeping out through the cracks that you flimsily repair each time you fall apart. But this time, those cracks have split wide open, leaving gaping holes in your being. You wail for a long time, weeping pitifully as you cry yourself a pool of self-sympathy, until you are empty, benumbed, turned inside out.
Favorite movie.
Always reblog from it.Basically
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Chloe Moretz at her Sweet Sixteen Birthday Party in New York - February 7th, 2013
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What all the fuss was about :B
That’s why he looked so miserable. He was tending to his sunburn that he caught at the beach.
I LOVE YOU J.
“To Santa Claus and Little Sisters” is the title of this poem. It was written in the 1960s by an Anonymous 15 year old boy, 2 years before he committed suicide. Steven Chbosky (The perks of being a wallflower) used this poem in the Perks Of Being A Wallflower, but had differences. This poem is also in English curriculum for a lot of high schools. It is a very powerful poem, and although it is very blunt, there is so much more meaning and depth behind each line.
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Just thought this was needed.
And let’s not forget that one of Adele’s breakup songs included the line “I wish nothing but the best for you two” whereas one of Taylor’s breakup songs (which are apparently all she knows how to write) included the line “go ahead and tell your friends I’m obsessive and crazy, I’ll tell mine you’re gay”.
I think that contrast there sums it up pretty well.
Holy shit, they are the same age. The maturity difference is STAG.GER.ING.
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