March 2012
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Happy Leap Day.
If everything could catch and fall into the cracks between months, let it be today.
If love could find a place to call home, let it be today.
If the wind could weave its fingers through the tightened coils of our muscles and breathe life into late winter, let it be today.
If “I’m sorry” could be read as honest, let it be today.
February 2012
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triskaidecagon:
seeing your reflection when watching tv :/
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Through a door that stands two stories high is a place that smells of saw dust and paint; that looks like a nightmare of wood slats, rickety ladders and dangerous tools; that sounds like The Beatles on the radio and jovial, rolling laughter.
The building is huge and industrial but filled with warmth. The sweet smell of wood and the familiarity of the radio makes it feel like someone’s...
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THAT AWKWARD MOMENT WHEN...
YOU REALIZE THAT THIS BEAUTIFUL FUCKER:
AKA RUPERT GRAVES.
IS ALSO THIS BEAUTIFUL FUCKER:
YEAH, HOW THE FUCK DID I JUST… NOT KNOW THAT LESTRADE WAS RUPERT GRAVES? LIKE, AMANDA ROBBINS, ARE YOU FOR REAL? I’m freaking out. lololol
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nevillelongbadass:
themischief:
I LITERALLY JUST CLAPPED THIS
HOOSTEEN.
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Things I Apparently Do Now:
Read Hunger Games.
Decide that midterms don’t need to be studied for.
Go to bed really early with the lights still on.
And then wake up to frantically familiarize myself with the four plays I didn’t read this quarter for that midterm I decided not to study for… at least I read three and a half of them.
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“I don’t know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.”
– Vincent van Gogh (via misswallflower)
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