Ms. Whatsit
I thrive on intense emotions and mangoes.
SD resident. Aztec. Dabbler of the arts.
Ms. Whatsit
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yoursminesours:

WHAT HAVE I DONE
yoursminesours:

WHAT HAVE I DONE
yoursminesours:

WHAT HAVE I DONE
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Reblog if you’re gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.
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ohmaglor:

You didn’t get your Hogwarts letter? No problem! It probably just got lost in the mail, or the owl that was supposed to deliver it got distracted, happens all the time. We apologize for any inconvenience and are happy to announce that you are accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!
And here is your ticket!
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"I start every morning with you in my heart and I come home to you every night. With alcohol stained lips your name is the only one that I slur out into the darkness. No amount of miles could ever keep me away from you. I may not be there every step you take and I may not be able to hold you as you try to sleep, but I am with you baby; I am always with you, wherever you go. We will make this work, with feelings like these we can’t afford to lose each other, there’s too much to be lost. It will be difficult and we will be tested but it’s all worth it for what we have. You are incredible and you will never see a day where I don’t remind you of that fact. Take a deep breath baby, we will make this work. We have to."
I have found you, my love. (1:21 am)
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"

I’ve never been one to
send short text messages.

I can’t seem to understand
how someone can mean to
say “I saw the stars trying
to escape from underneath
your skin and I think I have
been waiting all my life to
find a body with entrance
wounds like mine so that I
wouldn’t have to hide them
anymore” and type out,
“nice seeing you 2day”.

I’ve never been one to
bind in my heart.

It reaches out toward
hands like lips to skin and
I cannot help but let its
rhythm walk for me on days
when I cannot lift my feet
on my own. I can’t seem to
understand how someone
could put want into a two
sentence text message.

I’ve never been one to
forget moments of closeness.

My want looks nothing
like “r u wet” and does not
end with “did u cum”, it is
full and breathless, it
quakes against thoughts
of the wrong people and
falls asleep underneath
stars with boys it wishes
it could crawl inside of.

I’ve never been one to
trust the good things.

My text messages will forever
read like shitty novels with
too much repetition and
a hell of a lot of smiley faces,
and there’s no reason they
shouldn’t. My palms will
reach for yours in the dark
and hope to find more than
skin; I will tell you when
my mind wanders into your
chest and falls asleep
hoping for a home there.

I’ve never been one to
send short text messages.

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r u awake?, Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)
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breakinq:

following back tons
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God I’m so fucking stupid.
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"Being raised in an unstable household makes you understand that the world doesn’t exist to accommodate you, which… is something a lot of people struggle to understand well into their adulthood. It makes you realize how quickly a situation can shift, how danger really is everywhere. But crises when they occur, do not catch you off guard; you have never believed you lived under a shelter of some essential benevolence. And an unstable childhood makes you appreciate calmness and not crave excitement."
Curtis Sittenfeld  (via jonnoxvxrevanche)
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