all around me are familiar faces
worn out places
worn out faces
bright and early for the daily races
going nowhere
going nowhere
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I don’t trust people with graph paper. They’re always plotting something
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me every morning
me every second of my waking moments
Reblogging this gif again because this was literally the best Benedict scene in the film
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what is “romance”???? is it a synonym for pizza??
"You either like me or you don’t. It took me twenty-something years to learn how to love myself, I don’t have that kinda time to convince somebody else."
—
Daniel Franzese (via barney-barrett)
Always reblog
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My motto for life!
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"It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible."
— Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing (via natashakills)
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Talk Talk Talk
I say so much inside my head that the outside world has no clue about. I want to share more of myself and be that person who people want to listen to. I think I’m going to try to start doing more personal posts. Maybe I’ll even make a podcast to challenge myself to talk for long periods of time.
Right now, I’m exhausted. Going to go to sleep soon, and then tomorrow, I’m going to wake up and finish cleaning my apartment. Go team me!
"You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things."
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things."
— Mary Oliver, “Wild Geese” (via arosary)
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