they call me wonder woman. |
this is a blog full of dreams and love and text and tears and nostalgia and new beginnings and hope. it's also about my life and my love and the things that cause air to escape from my lungs with a tinkle, the thing they call laughter. lastly, this blog is a promise. a promise that things get better even when they suck their worst, and that hope never really dies because it's the best of things. |
and the one I caught, I threw right back into the ocean.
it happened again today.
I wanted to. It felt appropriate to do so.but no,
my eyes stayed dry and all I could do is sit there and think about my stupid tear ducts and how they’d let me down again. maybe I should start wishing for the opposite of everything, because that seems to be all I’ve gotten lately.
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Sabi van Hemert is a Dutch artist who creates sculptures that are a fusion between child and animal. Her sculptures have a quality of alternately denying and confirming what you think you see in them and what feeling they give you. Because it is not immediately clear what you are seeing, the relation between viewer and sculpture is more complex.
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I Wrote This For You, The Forest Of Stars (via juneandafter)
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So I’m sorry if I’ve offended you or harmed you or hurt you, made you trust me less or not at all, gone down a road by mistake and then reversed, ran away from you in the middle of a great conversation, didn’t give it my all, didn’t give you all of myself, made a mistake, got a name, a date wrong, forgot something you said, didn’t tell you how much you mean.
Mockingjay, Stephanie Collins (via juneandafter)
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And when it was time for the black storm to come we hid in paper mattresses waiting to devour the essence of the wind, and your shaky arms couldn’t help but worry. I was upset because I was supposed to make everything better and you never understood me because I never spoke…
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it kills me that the last time we touched was a hug, and I didn’t have the sense to never let you go.
Sometimes you go to bed and wake up the next morning and everything is different and you don’t know why. You are elated one day and paralyzed with anxiety the next. All of a sudden you love green olives or don’t care about your bad highlights or hate your boyfriend. Sometimes nothing makes sense.
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Ryan O’Connell, Things I No Longer Need To Know (via juneandafter)
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josh and i will be celebrating the official one year point in our relationship on saturday, and that makes me so...
<!-- more -->So, I’ve decided to be more open about personal things on here because I am bursting at the seams and need to talk about my life.
On June 21 I will be celebrating (?) the one year anniversary of my surgery and removal of cancer from my body. This was a difficult day...
Oh good friend of mine
haven’t seen you for a while,
but you never left my mind.
It’s the dull before the shine,
the silence listening for a...
1. I think going to the grocery store is one of life’s chief pleasures.
2. Why is it too cold to wear a dress?
3. I will go to the grocery store...
Rad new shirt from woork!
Ellas pre operation face
Broke another mirror when I got home;
that’s the third one - I’ve kept track.
Then, for half an hour, I sat on my bed
and picked the splinters...