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"once there was a man who was afraid of his shadow. then he met it. now he glows in the dark." - Ben Loory
so this is how it goes.
i write things. sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, all the time it's necessary.
Paramore means more to me than you ever will. *gets slapped* that's the last time you'll ever touch me.
(Source: taylrs, via bllanchedubois)
he’s making a list, he’s checking it twice!
he’s gonna find out who’s on thin fucking ice!
🎶 Santa Claus is callin’ you out 🎶
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(Source: feministism, via gay-son-of-a-pastor)
“The moon seems to hum and ring in a certain way that shame and sorrow, my only emotions, start glimmering in my flesh,”— Nina Cassian, from Life Setence: Poems; “The Kiwi Bird,” wr. c. 1967
“Stay with me and help me to clothe my bitter thoughts in lovelier colours.”— Mary Shelley, from “Mathilda,” originally published c. October 1819
“Blue October, dour November, and deadly dull December…”— James Schuyler, from The Collected Poems; “The Crystal Lithium,”
Where’s the part where Gale sleeps in bed with Katniss every night?
Oh wait. That never happens….ever.
(Source: wellroundedandpracticallyperfect, via everlarkedalways)
(Source: anxietyproblem)