August 17, 2014 at 8:15pm

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September 29, 1986 — see The Complete Peanuts 1983-1986


September 29, 1986 — see The Complete Peanuts 1983-1986

August 13, 2014 at 11:16pm

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August 10, 2014 at 3:03am

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Happiness only real when shared.

— Christopher McCandless (via feellng)

August 4, 2014 at 3:54pm

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Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

#yes #always


Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

#yes #always

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July 25, 2014 at 5:17pm

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I shouldn’t leave Tumblr on at work or else Ronny will hack my page <3

July 3, 2014 at 11:47pm

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When we meet somebody whose separate tunnel-reality is obviously far different from ours, we are a bit frightened and always disoriented. We tend to think they are mad, or that they are crooks trying to con us in some way, or that they are hoaxers playing a joke. Yet it is neurologically obvious that no two brains have the same genetically-programmed hard wiring, the same imprints, the same conditioning, the same learning experiences. We are all living in separate realities. That is why communication fails so often, and misunderstandings and resentments are so common. I say “meow” and you say “Bow-wow,” and each of us is convinced the other is a bit dumb.

— Robert Anton Wilson, Prometheus Rising (via austur)


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The friends you will call extensions
of yourself the day you graduate high
school may not be the first people
you call when you get engaged.

Not all kisses will be good ones.
Some will be wet and miss your
mouth by so much, you’ll start to
wonder if they’re looking for
something beyond you, something
your skin will never add up to.

The first time you go home with
a stranger, tell them they are
beautiful and spend the night
begging them to show you
more of their heart in between
your crescendos and releases.

When you leave in the morning
without saying goodbye, hope
they understand that it was
for their own good.

The people you love can be
untouchable and hard and mean
when they have been hurt, but
do not let that stop you from
breaking down their bathroom
doors and holding them together.
You will find that people often
insist that they are whole far
more when they are falling apart
inside of your arms.

It took me so long to learn that other
people are not limbs. You can hurt
for them when they break, but your
pain will not be one in the same with
their experience. Do not tell her you
“know how she feels”, tell her you
will be here when she needs to
release it.

Pain can be so great, but the
sky is always the most beautiful
after nasty storms, bent on
knocking down trees and keeping
homes in the dark.

Buy an umbrella.

Don’t let anyone tell you
that you do not already
have everything you will
ever need.

— for the little girl in the supermarket picking out lipstick, Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)

June 15, 2014 at 1:34pm

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i express my emotions in long groans at different octaves 

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June 14, 2014 at 12:28am

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But then, maybe loneliness didn’t have anything to do with how many people we had in our lives. Maybe it was really about how we felt on the inside.

And maybe I should go ahead and let myself feel these things, instead of always trying to push down and deny every negative emotion. Maybe they were just a part of me, and maybe it was okay to not always feel happy and positive. I was forever trying to silence that other part of myself, but maybe I’d feel more whole if I stopped doing that.

— Alexa Land, Salvation (via quotes-shape-us)

June 5, 2014 at 12:32pm

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I don’t set too much store by dreams, but it’s probably unwise to ignore this kind. These are the kind of dreams that show you you’re not doing so well, that you haven’t accepted what you thought you’d accepted, that you’re a mess, lying there like you’ve been hit by a bus, your heart and mind standing over you tutting and trying to figure out what even happened, let alone fixing it.

— Helen Oyeyemi, Boy, Snow, Bird  (via the-girl-that-no-one-ever-knows)