I am eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, meets back to the future part II. Perpetual nostalgic moon goddess. Thinker with a writing problem. Reminisces. Does not understand currency, time zones or idiots. Quoter. Introvert. Sarcastic. Libran. Writes lists. Has cycles. Disbelieves sometimes. Smoker. Rarely finishes anything. Nameless. Faceless. Critical. Abuses words. Procrastinator. Dry humor with a hint of sarcasm. Rhythmic, serial fidgeter. Has no aim but enough goals. Recovering fiend of all sorts. Creaky knuckles. Watches. Sometimes silent for far too long. Aged hands. Misinterprets subtlety as lying. Usually found cross-legged with an eyebrow raised and a pen in hand. Writes down dreams. Fluctuates. Bluntly tactful. Meditates. Recycles. Rarely answers the phone. Cannot balance. Smiles instinctively. Aggressively defensive. Incorrect but comfortable posture. Indecipherable handwriting. Brittle. Capable. Moves instead of dances. Nomad. Squints. Fascinated. Studies words, astrology, people, symbols, eyes, tarot. Has a strange laugh. Unable to think of anything else that might be relevant. Carefully irresponsible. Wanders. Elaborates. Chews bottom lip. Very opinionated. Wastes time worrying about wasting time. Doesn't often know how to stop. Willing to try.. “Colors” My skin is kind of sort of brownish, pinkish yellowish white. My eyes are greyish blueish green, but I’m told they look orange in the night. My hair is reddish blondish brown, but it’s silver when it’s wet. And all of the colors I am inside have not been invented yet. - Shel Silverstein

The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.

— Oscar Wilde  (via les-fille-fatale)

Never make someone a priority when all you are to them is an option.

— Maya Angelou (via larmoyante)

this is so important 

I can’t abandon
the person I used to be
so I carry her

365 Days of Haiku, Day #123 (via idreamof-pb)


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Have you ever seen a pair of trees grow together? There are places where you can see that they are separate, distinct plants, but their trunks and branches wind around each other and their roots are so tangled up you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. Neither started out needing the other; they were growing just fine on their own. But they’ve knit themselves together, and changed their shapes so that you can’t take one away without losing a piece of the other. Lena wants to cling to this baby, this tiny sapling she’s been growing for twenty weeks. But Stef, as much as she loves the promise of little Frankie, she can only see the ripping, the tearing, and the pain of losing the woman around whom she has grown her entire life.

The most beautiful description of Stef and Lena, and love in general, I’ve ever read. From Lucy Hallowell’s AfterEllen recap of 2x06 [Mother] (via lifesizehysteria)

Love me some Lucy Hallowell. 

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If it was meant to last, it would have.

— Red (Orange Is The New Black)

Best words of advice ever said

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Forever reblog.


True education is more powerful than any gun 



You can feel the truth from this

That’s the plan

"My soulmate is a mermaid, gotta hold my breath to get laid, the ocean was our play thing".
Jessie Boykins III from the song Back Home (Mermaids&Dragons).

Sometimes I’m walking along the street and a shaft of sunlight falls in a certain way across the pavement and I just want to cry.

— Take this Waltz (via charlottexroy)

A barrier is a limitation only when you perceive it as one.

— ― Stephen Richards (via psych-facts)