Vanessa.

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Fri, 23 Nov 2012 15:03:56 -0600

I’m never changing who I am.

Fri, 23 Nov 2012 15:02:20 -0600

I’m never changing who I am.

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Thu, 22 Nov 2012 22:12:54 -0600

censu: Lee Jung

Mon, 19 Nov 2012 20:27:33 -0600

censu:

Lee Jung

paaradise-circus: lostslightly: I will forever love this book...

Mon, 19 Nov 2012 02:00:01 -0600

paaradise-circus:

lostslightly:

I will forever love this book with a passion.

same <3

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Mon, 12 Nov 2012 23:01:37 -0600

Just meet me half way

Tue, 30 Oct 2012 19:48:44 -0500

I’m on your side.

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Sun, 23 Sep 2012 21:22:48 -0500

"When adults say, “Teenagers think they are invincible” with that sly, stupid smile on their faces,..."

Tue, 18 Sep 2012 18:54:12 -0500

“When adults say, “Teenagers think they are invincible” with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don’t know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail.”

- John Green, Looking for Alaska (via wolf-teeth)

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Mon, 20 Aug 2012 23:19:41 -0500

Bon Iver - Perth

Wed, 01 Aug 2012 01:14:28 -0500

Bon Iver - Perth

"Eternity isn’t much when you hold it like a moon between your fingertips. Hey. Let’s drink an ocean..."

Wed, 01 Aug 2012 01:14:02 -0500

“Eternity isn’t much when you hold it
like a moon between your fingertips.

Hey.
Let’s drink an ocean on the rocks tonight.
A toast to the east coast, to sea glass and paper cuts
and hearing your heart beat in every place he touches you.

And I say this now
knowing fully well that you’ve heard it all before,
drunk one night, hanging your feet off the edge
of the world, you must’ve told the person beside you
how small you felt,
how small you were
underneath an ocean of
falling tinsel.

But listen.
We’ve been living this conversation
since before the ages of watches and sun disks
and asterisks, in a time before people like me
could ever ruin the moon for us all.

So let’s call them ancient feelings.

The two of us, sitting looking at the same moon
that Neruda has seen, that Fitzpatrick has seen,
and when I say Fitzpatrick
I mean my middle school principal, not the man who wrote that one book
about the sad upper-class of Long Island.

Because I’m flossing my teeth with latitude lines
and I’ll never understand time zones or how
days even exist when the sun never meets a dead end
to make a U-turn.

I had a dream once that a love and I carved our names into tree bark.

The same night, a birch woke up shivering and wept —
its leaves falling onto the floor beneath it —
and he whispered to the woodpecker that he dreamt his roots almost
touched another’s.

And his blossoms wilted underneath a colder moon.”

- “A Palmful of Universe,” Shinji Moon

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