I’m grossed out by the kind of stuff tumblr does to its users over an extended period of time

Grammar and punctuation is completely lost on some people, to the point where their posts are unreadable and irritating

And tumblr fosters and feeds this incredible narcissism and need to impress people- people who don’t really matter in the grand scheme of things.



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kotten-not-cotton ag3nt-romanoff
ellendegeneres sunsetinsoho
dem-deutschen-volke scrufffs
She’s never where she is. She’s only inside her head. White Oleander by Janet Fitch (via brivid)
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literarylines deepdownn
magicpawed monstersandhellhounds




I bought my friend an elephant for their room.

They said “Thank you.”

I said “Don’t mention it.”

Is there a joke here that 15 thousand people get but I don’t?


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slutdust hjartaohamast-svohljott


I literally crave affection. It’s not about sex. I crave somebody to cuddle with me, and to lay their head on my lap. I crave kisses, holding hands and running my thumb across theirs. Just looking at someone and thinking “how did I get this lucky”.

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tallulahblues no-motive
ttokioblues spookyufoparty


tbh if u really think that iphone users are elitists ask ANY nerd why they prefer android n they’ll go on and on for hours, insulting the phone, steve jobs, tim cook, their entire families, everyone that works for apple, the schools they all attended, and their mothers’ lasagna recipes 

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dialupmodem xwolves
I didn’t want you
to only fuck me,
I wanted you to
love me.

But I didn’t know what to
convince you with
besides my body. Hot Winds, Holy Thoughts | Lora Mathis  (via flowerbrain)
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justforyoumiranda aliviajoelynn

You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.

Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.

Danielle Laporte
(via thelovelyloner)
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chelsieautumn against-thewilderness

There’s a girl who chokes on tree sap
and is learning how to breathe
with both lungs.
There’s a woman with a
revolving door heart
and an abandoned warehouse body.
She wants to sprout wings. Grow claws.
Use them.
There’s a boy dreaming of carousels,
of flying kisses and blowing rockets.
There’s a man who likes
to scream underwater.
There’s a body that moves in silence.

That same girl once felt like
breathing was a chore.
The woman has had a strong, sturdy
elevator heart, before it began to
spin off kilter.
The carousel boy still dreams
of Superman.
The underwater man is trying
to break the surface.
The body that moves in silence
wants to be chaotic, wants to be loud,
wants to get inside your head.

There is so much we are yet to know.
This is just a glimpse, a slither.
There is no metaphor
for their magnitude.
Some people are just too big
for language.

jessica therese, “Drowning out Meaning with Metaphors”  (via contramonte)
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