February 2012
95 posts
“Forever is composed of nows.”
– Emily Dickinson
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These Days - Nico
Don’t confront me with my...
Yeezy taught me.
Moral of the Story:
aaronthehutt:
Haters Gon’ hate, and my Best Friends are the shit.
No chocolate for 40 days? Challenge accepted.
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“Ivan Ilych’s life has been most simple and most ordinary and therefore most...”
– The Death of Ivan Ilych by Leo Tolstoy
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Honey and the Moon - Joseph Arthur
Don’t...
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hai………………………….t is for turtle a is for asshole n is for nappy y is for yeast a is for angry o is for octopus r is for red t is for tit i is for igloo z is for zebra
-my best friend ladies and gentlemen
the pants.
kelechbasics:
Someone asked me who wears the pants in my relationship
I didnt even think about it, I just said
“We don’t wear pants.”
He agreed :)
The best kind of relationship<3
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“Love is a human experience, not a political statement.”
– Anne Hathaway on gay rights
RIP Wrigley
slcteacherisms:
The Sarah Lawrence community mourns the death of our unofficial mascot, Wrigley (aka that giant dog that was always on campus). Wrigley suffered from a common form of cancer in dogs of his breed. He’s The Phoenix’s cover story this month, so check it out to learn more.
The Strivers Row: Pablo Neruda - Classic →
thestriversrow:
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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; …
Afterthoughts: I’ve only really been in love once.... →
someafterthoughts:
I’ve only really been in love once. I guess I still am. I’ve had a lot of moments where I thought it was true, but it’s only been real this one time. & in the spirit of truly being in love, it’s okay that things are the way they are. Sometimes love isn’t enough, but that’s okay. I’m not angry or…
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Lovers of Loving Love - The Aquabats
Happy Valentine’s Day. Really, without resentment or any bitter words, it’s going to be a lovely day, Valentine or not, because I just love love.
Reality cannot be told, only hinted at.
I’m writing again. It feels good.
The Star Destroyer launched itself off of the wooden blocks and blew everything away in three, two, so I wedged my potato fingers into one of the carefully carved holes and held on for dear life while cosmic smithereens flitted past my face. I told Darth Vader I didn’t like this game. Maybe because the launch pad was really just a play set. Maybe...
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What do we fight for if not love?
