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Exes on social media are weird. I’m super happy and in love but seeing you that way too is strange. Avoiding social media is definitely the best option. Mostly because there was a time where I thought I’d marry you. Now that I’m actually in love with someone else, it’s strange to see your life online. Good for you! But you’re still a jerk.

I’m working and I now know what it’s like to be in a relationship that feels right. I am happy.

Also, everyone should see Sufjan Stevens. He made me cry. Beautiful.

When I was in college, a teacher once said that all women live by a ‘rape schedule.’ I was baffled by the term, but as she went on to explain, I got really freaked out. Because I realized that I knew exactly what she was talking about. And you do too. Because of their constant fear of rape (conscious or not), women do things throughout the day to protect themselves. Whether it’s carrying our keys in our hands as we walk home, locking our car doors as soon as we get in, or not walking down certain streets, we take precautions. While taking precautions is certainly not a bad idea, the fact that certain things women do are so ingrained into our daily routines is truly disturbing. It’s essentially like living in a prison - all the time. We can’t assume that we’re safe anywhere: not on the streets, not in our homes. And we’re so used to feeling unsafe that we don’t even see that there’s something seriously fucked up about it.

- Jessica Valenti (via cite-belle)

I’d like for this winter of death to be over. I’ve never longed for spring so much in my life. I hope this pattern doesn’t continue into adulthood.

One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.

- Sigmund Freud  (via sorakeem)

(Source: mbacani)

2headedsnake:

Taylor White

hellanne:

 (by margot_pandone)

I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.

- Charles Bukowski, “Raw With Love” (via 4mbivalent)

Feb 4