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Dawh
Apr 16, 2014 / 98,509 notes
My mother taught me
the distinct smell before the rain,
the promise of cleansing.
Didn’t anyone warn you
I’m what natural disasters
are named after?
I am a river,
good luck controlling me
good luck slowing me down.
There isn’t an ounce of age
to my soul.
Michelle K., Aries in the Mornings. (via michellekpoems)

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Apr 15, 2014 / 922 notes
Apr 15, 2014

Hahahahaha of fucking course I WOULD break down in my car on the way to meet a friend for the STUPIDEST shit

Fuck me

I am a hurricane and I will destroy myself

Feeling sassy 😘
Apr 15, 2014 / 1 note

Feeling sassy 😘

Apr 15, 2014 / 66,253 notes

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My mom put these flowers in my dad’s beard in 1977. This is my favorite picture of him. :)
Apr 15, 2014 / 14,214 notes

My mom put these flowers in my dad’s beard in 1977. This is my favorite picture of him. :)

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I didn’t need to feel someone “choosing” me. I wanted to feel and you made it happen. I wanted to feel but all this wasn’t about a necessity nor about a choice. You did that. You. I actually had no choice, so I felt.
Apr 15, 2014 / 632 notes
I am sorry for filling you with beer and bad thoughts and then asking you why you shook. I am sorry for pinching you, for hitting you, for bruising the thin-skinned parts of you. I am sorry for the names I called you when we were fighting. You are not ugly. You are not useless. You would not be better off gone. I’m sorry for almost throwing you out into the street because my sadness was too much for me. I’m sorry for carving my fingernails into your thigh and then resenting the way people asked, “How’d that happen?” I’m sorry for plucking you and nicking your calves with drugstore razors. I’m sorry I let some people see you in the moonlight. They didn’t deserve to know the color of your hips like I do. I’m sorry for leaving you convulsing over a toilet bowl over some boy. I’m sorry I did not thank you for simply trying to take me where I wanted to go. I’m sorry I screamed at you to shrink, shrink, shrink when all you could do was grow. I’m sorry that this apology is ten years too late. I’m sorry that it will probably come again. I’m sorry that I do not treat anybody else as poorly as I have treated you. I’m sorry that I am constantly learning how to love you, when you have never once doubted how you feel about me. I’m sorry in ways I have not yet learned to communicate.

An Apology to My Body | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

I asked Robi if she could give me an opinion on this and she burst into tears in our school library. I made someone cry for the day. Time to pack it in, boys and girls. 

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Apr 15, 2014 / 5,026 notes
I think if I’ve learned anything about friendship, it’s to hang in, stay connected, fight for them, and let them fight for you. Don’t walk away, don’t be distracted, don’t be too busy or tired, don’t take them for granted. Friends are part of the glue that holds life and faith together. Powerful stuff.
Jon Katz (via observando)
Apr 15, 2014 / 997 notes
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