May 2012
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Gloomy thoughts weren’t going to get me anywhere, I decided, and closed my...
– K, Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami
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My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my...
– Your Laughter, Pablo Neruda (via tread-the-stars)
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How school is going to be in 100 years time...
Teacher: Today we will be learning about the start of the World Wide Web War on January 19/20, 2012, now turn to page 394 on your Kindles
Student: My great grandparents fought in that war. On their Tumblr blogs.
Teacher: You must be very proud of them
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Confession:
I’ve never seen Space Jam in its entirety.
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the815end replied to your post: If I asked you your name, would that have changed things?
bitch, you know my name.
Damn, sista.
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If I asked you your name, would that have changed...
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Just because.
Normal day to day happenings are worlds more charming to me than fairy tales.
The simplicity in the soft light peeking through the blinds, mingling with the pulses of air from the ceiling fan. The way your hair responds to this —bending and swaying like the grass outside. The commonality of rolled down windows, radio blasted to the highest volume, and sun-burnt hands interacting with the...
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thisisjustdandy replied to your chat: Hey Arnold S4Ep3
i love hey arnold and the fact that its on netflix
That’s actually precisely where I’m watching the episodes! :D
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Hey Arnold S4Ep3
Mr. Simmons: Well class, it's officially spring! And you know what that means?
Harold: Love is in the air?~
Mr. Simmons: Uh-- No, Harold--
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May we meet again.
You know me as I know you. Underneath the dying sunlight, just a few minutes before my flight boarded, after helping me beat a candy bar out of the machine —in huffs and sighs and frustrated curses; hair disheveled and clothes askew, running late to the terminal —both of us, in this bubble of time together. With a breathless thank you in exchange for a polite smile, it was only a brief...
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I was struck by the illusion that I was on a journey without end.
– K, Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami
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scribble
You’re such a saturated person. Your hues are all out of line, an eyesore at best; but I suppose it’s better than being washed out, right?
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Your arm felt heavy around my shoulders. Heavy, and warm, and comforting. But I’m not meant to stay.
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She sat high in the branches, legs swinging —leaning forward and whispering. Sweet words plopped onto...