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He smiled and all I could think was ‘Oh shit’. Ten Word Poem #5 (via 400eurojob)

(Source: poemsbysmm, via bluepastries)

rawqueen:

I just want to feel comfortable naked but I don’t

I’m loving how my rooms coming along. 
How much of my brain is wilfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what I have read and heard and lived? Sure, I make a sort of synthesis of what I come across, but that is all that differentiates me from another person? Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via avvfvl)

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I just want a cuddle buddy

igni-ferroque:

do you ever step back & reevaluate your life

& all the harmful shit you internalized

like concepts of virginity, beauty, healthy relationships, sexual attraction, mental health, & what “being successful” actually entails?

& you realized how much healthier you’d be right now if someone actually fuckin’ talked to you about this toxic shit instead of throwing you into a perpetual pit of self-loathing that you have to claw your way out of?

just…fuck, man

(Source: bitchfacebear, via transplague)

I’m seriously considering becoming bilingual. I just don’t know what language I should study. Any suggestions?

I’m really hoping that that’s what I think that is

I know what my first tattoo will be. 

Since my dad and I would dance around the kitchen together to Fly Me to the Moon by Frank Sinatra, I’m going to tattoo “fly me to the moon” on my left ribcage with a little music note that transforms into a heart. 

I went with my cousins two weeks ago when they got theirs in memory of my other cousin who committed suicide. Watching them get theirs and the meaning behind theirs inspired me to get mine in memory of my dad. I’m going to go to the guy that did my cousins. He actually has this machine that allows you to bring in a specific persons handwriting and he can literally trace it on to your arm. With that, I want to try to find my dads printing and put together “fly me to the moon”. He had such distinctive printing and so this way, the tattoo is completely original and no one will ever have the same one. 

When I was in Aruba last week, something insane happened. During dinner, I was thanking my dad in my head (if it weren’t for some of his life insurance, we wouldn’t have been able to go) for us being here and that I knew that he would have wanted us to take this vacation. Keep in mind that I thought of this tattoo the day we left for Aruba. So anyways, as I was thanking him, the man playing music chose, for some strange reason, to play Fly Me to the Moon by Sinatra. I instantly started crying and that was my confirmation for the tattoo. I think that was his way of saying you’re welcome and that’s an awesome idea for a tattoo. 

So I’m going to call tomorrow to make an appointment for this tattoo. That was definitely my dad that came through. What are the chances?

I’ve been so down lately. It’s everything built up and I hate it. 

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