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Aug 29, 2014

And when you choose a life partner, you’re choosing a lot of things, including your parenting partner and someone who will deeply influence your children, your eating companion for about 20,000 meals, your travel companion for about 100 vacations, your primary leisure time and retirement friend, your career therapist, and someone whose day you’ll hear about 18,000 times.

Intense shit.

Aug 28, 2014 / 46,626 notes
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I gave wrong people the right pieces of me.
Aug 27, 2014 / 147,500 notes
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who’s calling? you work for the crisis line, don’t I get to stay anonymous?

(via lezboblunt)

when my mother was pregnant with her second child, i was 4
i pointed at her swollen belly confused at how my mother
had gotten so big in such little time
my father scooped me in his tree trunk arms and said
the closest thing to god on this earth is a woman’s body
it’s where life comes from
and to have a grown man tell me something so powerful at such a young age changed me to see that the entire universe rested at my mother’s feet
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It hurts until it doesn’t. You think it’s going to break you, but it won’t. You may not sleep as well at night, but you will be fine. Numb, but numb and fine are the same.
Scandal   (via unlively)

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Aug 26, 2014 / 92,575 notes
I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps (via psych-facts)

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Aug 25, 2014 / 6,054 notes
How dare you tell me to calm down
To mute myself
To make myself less
I am a force of fucking nature
I am the storm that shakes your house at night
And I will not stifle myself
To let you sleep soundly
Aug 25, 2014 / 7,692 notes
Aug 25, 2014

We accept the love we think we deserve.

But I think there is a period of time, a period of growth, where we realize what we truly deserve. And during that period, it’s hard to let go. It’s hard to throw it all away. We make excuses…it will get better… He or she will change… We second guess our worth… Maybe i didn’t love enough… Maybe I do deserve this…

I’m at a point in my life where I know what I deserve. I know who I am. I know what I contribute to a relationship.

I don’t deserve lying. I don’t deserve you deleting the end of a post, just so she won’t know it’s about me. I don’t deserve an indirect birthday message, or a disconnected private one.

I deserve flowers at my door. I deserve lovemaking until the sun rises. I deserve truth…

Happy birthday to me….

There’s frozen yogurt, and then there’s birthday frozen yogurt #happybirthdaytome #22 👸😘💋
Aug 25, 2014

There’s frozen yogurt, and then there’s birthday frozen yogurt #happybirthdaytome #22 👸😘💋

Selfies with mom 👭❤️💋
Aug 24, 2014

Selfies with mom 👭❤️💋

Tomato heaven (at Sag Harbor Farmers Market)
Aug 23, 2014 / 1 note

Tomato heaven (at Sag Harbor Farmers Market)

you didn’t love her.

you just didn’t want to be alone.

or maybe, she was just good for your ego.

or, or maybe she just made you feel better about your miserable life.

but you didn’t love her,

because you don’t destroy people you love.

Greys Anatomy (via bl-ossomed)


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Aug 22, 2014 / 153,010 notes