the junk drawer.

[and she's just like a maze, where all of the walls all continually change]
well after over two years, the junk drawer is getting pretty full. time to move on…maybe see what’s in the kitchen cupboard or the bathroom medicine cabinet or the living room bookshelf.

well after over two years, the junk drawer is getting pretty full. time to move on…maybe see what’s in the kitchen cupboard or the bathroom medicine cabinet or the living room bookshelf.

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sometimes i wonder what constantflux is up to and how he’s doing. he was the first person i followed on this site whom i didn’t already know in real life. i looked forward to his posts, and i really miss seeing them on my dash :\ just sending that out there…jake, you are missed.

When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from the chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table. I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

—Jonathan Safran Foer

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I HAD TO BREAK MY SILENCE FOR JUST A MINUTE HERE TO SAY:

AMERICAN HORROR STORY, YOU GUYS. AMERICAN FUCKING HORROR STORY.


that is all.

this is prob the exact replica of my dream apt.

this is prob the exact replica of my dream apt.

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can you tell how excited i am to start studying for the GRE’s !?

can you tell how excited i am to start studying for the GRE’s !?

Waka Flocka dials 911

"my bad, 911, i’ll holla at y’all lata"

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