If that horse hadn't come along...

I probably wouldn't have survived.
~ Thursday, April 17 ~
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partylikeajournalist:

Welcome to journalism.

partylikeajournalist:

Welcome to journalism.


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dggeoff:

delete anyone in your life who doesn’t think dragons are cool you don’t need that kind of negativity around you


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~ Tuesday, April 15 ~
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You wanted smooth sailing and I’ve always been a tsunami.
— 10 Word Story by c.r.  (via childoflust)

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Stop setting yourself

on fire for someone who

stays to watch you burn.

— Haiku on Perspective 
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I’m not sad, but the boys who are looking for sad girls always find me. I’m not a girl anymore and I’m not sad anymore. You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.
— Warsan Shire (via stymshaws)

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~ Thursday, April 10 ~
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Before John Green, his general category of realistic (non-fantasy) YA was rife with teen angst and “issues” fiction that you might have associated with the legendary Judy Blume, or with newer writers like Sarah Dessen or Laurie Halse Anderson. Anderson’s classic 1999 novel Speak, about a high schooler struggling to deal with the aftermath of sexual assault, was so influential that three years later Penguin launched an entire imprint named after it. One of the books launched under the behest of Speak was Green’s Looking for Alaska. But it’s Green whose name you’re more likely to know today, not Anderson’s, although Anderson has won more awards and written more books.

On Twitter, Green has 2 million followers. Compared to the rest of the leaders in Young Adult fiction, that number is staggering. To approach even half the Twitter influence of John Green all by himself, you need an entire army of YA women. Anderson, Blume, Dessen, Veronica Roth, Cassandra Clare, Richelle Mead, Margaret Stohl, Kami Garcia, Rainbow Rowell, Maureen Johnson, Malinda Lo, Holly Black, LJ Smith, Ellen Hopkins, Shannon Hale, Lauren Myracle, Libba Bray, Melissa Marr, and Leigh Bardugo: As a group these women only have about 1.2 million followers on Twitter. That’s the voice of one man outweighing several decades of women who have had major successes, critical acclaim, and cultural influence.


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~ Wednesday, April 9 ~
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Treading green waters

My jealousy is insane with you still
Irrational
Toxic
Unfair
She likes what you like
I want you to be happy.
But I will snidely say
Brunettes are better than blondes
And I’ve blocked you both on Twitter.

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~ Sunday, April 6 ~
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I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if they touch you.
— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via observando)

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~ Friday, April 4 ~
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Money

Spending money

is temporary relief

satisfaction

realizing it isn’t there to sit on

to count

to feel

is disorienting

Decisions are expensive

for someone that has it

And doesn’t want to spend it

The fear of being poor

Never goes away.


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Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all.

See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you’re on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. It’s saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair. It’s tears from laughter, it’s tears from sadness and it’s nothing like any storybook you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and it’s being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It’s getting mad over stupid things. It’s “you’re an idiot,” and “you’re a little shit” and knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. It’s spilling your feelings at 4 AM when you should be asleep. It’s that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It’s the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard.

I like my definition better anyways.

— Another Piece About You  (via suchvodka)

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~ Thursday, April 3 ~
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Morbidity

I realize that no matter where I sign

There is no dotted line

That seals my fate

And that comforts me.


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Prelude to what may be a disaster

Everything I have ever looked forward to has been ruined.

People do not listen to me.

then they wonder why I am upset.

As if the fucking rain falls from the sky

And the ground doesn’t know why it’s wet.


~ Friday, March 28 ~
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The horse jumped over the fucking fence.
— Kurt Vonnegut (via iamcharliesangel)

In relation to my bio

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