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maddie. 22. melbourne. harry potter. sailor moon. dicks.

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Sep 23 2014 12:44 am

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"Our relationship wasn’t the sun, the moon, and the stars, but it wasn’t bullshit, either."

Junto Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her (via lustandfoundation)

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Sep 22 2014 10:33 pm

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Sep 22 2014 10:32 pm

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monsterpussy:

kinda drunk rewatching this week’s episode of the league, wbu?

sitting in my room crying and debating ever waking up again because i don’t have a “real” job and i don’t have any money what was the actual point?

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Sep 22 2014 10:15 pm

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"Certain kinds of knowledge rob people of their sleep."

Haruki Murakami1Q84  (via flowerbrain)

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Sep 22 2014 9:54 pm

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"That’s why it’s love—it’s unconditional. Whether you commit a mistake or a hundred, I would still love you. They say the most romantic kind of love is the unfinished kind. The kind that will forever burn and mark your soul."

Chasing Imperfection (Pamela Ann)

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Sep 22 2014 9:46 pm

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"He starts it off, as they always do, by saying,
“I still want to be friends” but I am already
on the next subway, the next taxi, the next whatever.
I am thinking about dinner that night, or the next night:
Angus beef, sauteed chicken, mahi mahi fish tacos.
I am thinking about the coffee pot and runner’s knee
and how much money I have in my savings. I am
thinking about hypothermia and missing bodies;
all the knives in my bed. I am thinking about how
the very word promise sounds more like an undoing.
I am thinking about the easiness of mouths.
How they open. How they give so much but also
about how they take away the things our minds
have committed to that permanent place of the brain,
where memories continue to rattle around long after
we’ve stopped shaking. I am thinking about how
he has turned me into a lake and I’ve never learned
how to swim. I am thinking about how I now have to
unlearn all of his secrets. Become a tourist to his body
again, blink against the hurt. I am thinking about
expensive hair cuts and retail therapy, dressing room
girls who are used to outlandish requests from customers.
I am thinking that this isn’t a dress my mother
would approve of, but honey, I look so good in red."

Kristina Haynes, “The Breakup Sweats” (via modernmethadone)

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Sep 22 2014 9:01 pm

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This is the quickest painting I’ve done so far, but the hardest for me to do. I have written a bit of explanation for it. Almost a diary.

I don’t know how to do trigger warnings. If you can suggest some tags let me know.

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Sep 22 2014 6:27 pm

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Sep 22 2014 4:03 pm

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Sep 22 2014 3:59 pm

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