February 2012
“No reflection was to be allowed now, not one glance was to be cast back; not...”
– Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
If you listen to The Dear Hunter marry me right now.
“You know all that sympathy that you feel for an abused child who suffers without...”
– Ashly Lorenzana
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If you don’t have a friend like Eleanor then you really need to re-evaluate your life tbh.
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foutus replied to your post: foutus replied to your post: It would be nice to…
oh my gosh i have no idea
brb buying wedding rings
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we-could-light-the-candle reblogged this from you and added:
JUST POSTED ABOUT COOKING FOR A BOYFRIEND.
WE ARE LIKE ONE PERSON.
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foutus replied to your post: It would be nice to have a girlfriend I can cook…
hi
tbh why are we not married yet
It would be nice to have a girlfriend I can cook with.
“I couldn’t be with people and I didn’t want to be alone. Suddenly my perspective...”
– Marian Keyes, Anybody Out There?
When that one bitch no one knows butts into a conversation with the stupidest shit.
GO AWAY
“Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness...”
– Osho, Everyday Osho: 365 Daily Meditations for the Here and Now
That one person that acts like a bitch for no apparent reason.
Why do you even breathe?
Currently dancing my ass off to Lykke Li.
“It is in dialogue with pain that many beautiful things acquire their value....”
– Alain de Botton, The Architecture of Happiness
“Or perhaps is is that time doesn’t heal wounds at all, perhaps that is the...”
– Thrity Umrigar, The Space Between Us
“How angels sleep. Unsoundly. They toss and turn, trying to understand the...”
– Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
I keep on using “This” in my Senior Thesis.
Omg
As much as I love NYC, I just want to get out of here and travel for as long as possible.
“That was the day my whole world went black. Air looked black. Sun looked black....”
– Kathryn Stockett, The Help
That one person who tries to find something wrong in everything you do.
Bitch. Get. Away.
“I waited for dawn, but only because I had forgotten how hard mornings were. For...”
– Francine Prose, Goldengrove
