romantic and square is hip and aware
Sarah, 22. I have no feelings.


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My great uncle who wasn’t actually my great uncle died and I hadn’t seen him for a really really really long time but I remember going to his house in Cricklewood and finding out I didn’t like gazpacho when I was about seven and I still don’t. He had a life-size velvet pig that he bought from Liberty’s and the shiniest bald patch I’d ever seen in my life.

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(Source: ortegaycassette)

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I find this really weirdly moving.

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I Hope You're Happy Now by Elvis Costello
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(Source: heidibarlow, via hey-goo)

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All the while you heat the plates and serve a little wine
And wear a hat and make them laugh
And forget that there is nobody in the room anymore

935 notes fuckyeahcats:

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fuckyeahcats:

http://enkelinaiivius.tumblr.com/

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Metaphors I regret, 2008-2014

  • "the canary in my coal mine"
  • "aortic valve stenorsis"
  • "blue faced and meaningful, Frida Kahlo"
  • "a woman giving birth in the kitchen"
  • "the kind of heart which calls itself a bird"
  • "jealousy is an AK-47"
  • "a book you bought and never read"
  • "typography serial killer"
  • everything I ever wrote ever ever ever ever ever ever ever
5 notes jyameslit:

pigeon takin’ a walk by its garden
how it learned to garden, i do not know

jyameslit:

pigeon takin’ a walk by its garden

how it learned to garden, i do not know

13,261 notes excdus:

Nocturne 17
Chad Wys

excdus:

Nocturne 17

Chad Wys

(via bonedrone)

5 notes In the past forty-eight hours I’ve cut off all my hair and realised I want to be a librarian.
Who knew etc

In the past forty-eight hours I’ve cut off all my hair and realised I want to be a librarian.

Who knew etc

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JANE AUSTEN TOTALLY GETS TEENAGE GIRLS.

"The evening passed off in the equal indulgence of feeling. She played over every favourite song that she had been used to play to Willoughby, every air in which their voices had been oftenest joined, and sat at the instrument gazing on every line of music that he had written out for her, till her heart was so heavy that no farther sadness could be gained; and this nourishment of grief was every day applied. She spent whole hours at the piano-forte, alternately singing and crying; her voice often totally suspended by her tears. In books, too, as well as in music, she courted the misery which a contrast between the past and present was certain of giving. She read nothing but what they had been used to read together."

5 notes WHY IS THIS NOT TRUE

WHY IS THIS NOT TRUE

1 note Well, I hate everything.

Well, I hate everything.