February 2012
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Feb 29th
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“Who breaks the thread, the one who pulls or the one who holds on?”
– James Richardson (via meeshelephant)
Feb 29th
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Feb 29th
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Feb 29th
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Feb 29th
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Feb 29th
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Feb 28th
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Anonymous asked: If you could meet someone you follow or who follows you, who would it be?
Feb 28th
Anonymous asked: What are all your tumblrs?
Feb 28th
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Anonymous asked: How would you describe your style?
Feb 27th
Feb 27th
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Tonight, approximately 10 minutes ago, I just received a huge compliment! Some of the workers at my dining hall came up to me just to tell me I was the nicest, happiest person they ever see and my big smile every day always cheers them up.  asliufhsdkj! I can’t believe people who I’ve hardly spoken to feel this way about me! :3
Feb 25th
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Feb 24th
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Feb 24th
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Feb 23rd
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Feb 22nd
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Feb 22nd
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Feb 22nd
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meeshelephant: But there will always be that other fish in the sea that’s bigger than me. You can’t catch her again and I’m just on the line waiting to be released.
Feb 21st
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“I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is...”
– Unknown (via quintessenceofacliche)
Feb 20th
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“The last temptation is the greatest treason: To do the right thing for the wrong...”
– TS Eliot (via j00lious)
Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 16th
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It is a strange thing to love you. To miss you. To think of you always and imagine you’re sitting there across from me staring at me knowing me loving me too. I don’t lust for you. It confuses me. My skin desires nothing, yet my heart yearns for all. It begs and weeps and reaches into the air of your absence.  Break up. What vivid words those are. That’s what we did, isn’t...
Feb 15th
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