I am trying to see things in perspective. My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot have this, because chocolate makes dogs very sick. My dog does not understand this. She pouts and wraps herself around my leg like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in, she eventually gives up and lays in the corner, under the piano, drooping and sad. I hope the universe has my best interest in mind like I have my dog’s. When I want something with my whole being, and the universe withholds it from me, I hope the universe thinks to herself: "Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, but she does not understand how it will hurt.
THEORIES ABOUT THE UNIVERSE by Blythe Baird (via kolibriaurinko)

This is so important.

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where are the notes this is beautiful

the mobile version is amazing, click on it

This is amazing

where are the notes this is beautiful

the mobile version is amazing, click on it

This is amazing

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now-this-is-living:

this is like a brown Mac

now-this-is-living:

this is like a brown Mac

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I just want to go on adventures. Swim naked in the ocean; kiss for a second too long than what is acceptable on a park bench in spring; run near a river’s edge in the setting sun; love with all that I have. Live the life I want for myself, instead of hiding in excuses.
vivipiuomeno:

Romulus & Remus by Rimma Gerlovina & Valeriy Gerlovin

vivipiuomeno:

Romulus & Remus by Rimma Gerlovina & Valeriy Gerlovin

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7daysof-a-weeks:

Sundays.

My roomies are the best

7daysof-a-weeks:

Sundays.

My roomies are the best

Norfolk isnt so bad

Norfolk isnt so bad

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She told me she hates alcohol as she took another shot but it burned less than all of the unsaid words rotting in her throat.

She told me she hates being alone but she never is anyway because her nightmares are always screaming and her dreams are always running.

She told me she breaks her bones for an image she will never see and she unzips her skin for people who never love her.

She told me she writes love letters to herself and she never receives them because they always get lost in the mail of her mind.

She told me her veins have bled from all of the ink she has used to draw paradise on her cracked bedroom walls.

She told me her fingers ache from all the times she has had to stitch her unraveled heart back together.

I told her I hate alcohol too but we both said cheers as we tapped our glasses together and let the rotting words in our throats wash down.

She was an enigma.  (via dollpoetry)

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