February 2012
Listenchrisr0etter: Headstone by Defeater And don’t...
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me whenever I’m in my room at night with all the lights off and someone texts me so my phone lights up: *sings* you light up my life hehehehehehehehehe }:B
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today was the perfect day
I slept from 10pm last night til 1pm today (woke up a few times but oh well), then I got up and ate a piece of toast, brushed my teeth and said hi to my grampa. then I slept for like five more hours, cuddled my cats for alittle, and now it’s time for bed. THIS IS THE LIFE
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quote of the weekend: “Jesus was a party pooper” heeheheheheehehe I love peppers
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wow I need new blogs to follow so uhh like this and I’ll check out your blog
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after staying awake for 41 and a half hours, I think it’s time I went to bed. I’m beyond exhausted, but it was totally worth it. leave me asks, I’ll be on some time tomorrow :)
Feb 26th
“Perhaps—I want the old days back again and they’ll never come back, and I am...”
– Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind (via bookmania)
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“You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.”
– E.E. Cummings (via cavum)
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Existing
writing-rivers: I sit alone -  watching, listening, waiting. Mumbling voices merge to a hum. I fold my arms, I cross my legs - Attempting to keep warm. People rush past, deep in their own lives. Nobody notices me; I feel invisible. Perhaps imaginary. 
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