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binninin: snailtier: #can I just name that bird ‘Life’ #this is what life does to you #it attacks you and then you scream and cry and crawl #and your friends look on in mild confusion CRYING

binninin:

snailtier:

#can I just name that bird ‘Life’ #this is what life does to you #it attacks you and then you scream and cry and crawl #and your friends look on in mild confusion

CRYING

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Elizabeth Taylor on the set of Raintree County (1957)

Elizabeth Taylor on the set of Raintree County (1957)

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throwing ducks at pieces of bread at your local park

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johngreenismypatronus: I don’t know about you guys, but that’s what they say in my hometown.

johngreenismypatronus:

I don’t know about you guys, but that’s what they say in my hometown.

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“Behind the corpse in the reservoir,
behind the ghost on the links,
behind the lady who dances
and the man who madly drinks,
under the look of fatigue
the attack of migraine and the sigh
there is always another story,
there is more than meets the eye.” —from ‘At Last the Secret is Out’ by W.H. Auden (via hermionejg)

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I love the term ‘we’re expecting’ when talking about pregnancy

between-rage-and-serenity:

because it makes it sound like there’s more than one outcome.

Yeah, we’re expecting a baby

but it could be a velociraptor.

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I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.

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