sometimes u just gotta lay on the floor with ur dog
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Cause you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don’t.
Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy (via morelovexlesshate)
I’m scared as hell to want you. But here I am, wanting you anyway.
Meredith Grey (via blackbruise)
do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
forever.there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.but you will never be
and have never been
“too much.”
Tyler Ford (via winterkristall)
if I lay on the floor at MoMA am I art? trick question I am always art
Tumblr v real life
- On Tumblr : *sees hot girl* you send a message to her saying "hey cutie🙈 how you doing 😎"
- In real life : *sees hot girl* awkwardly stares at the floor and leaves the room
it is so upsetting listening to so many males talk about all of the times they have gone on road trips alone and slept in their cars alone or on the side of the road, or travelled overseas alone and slept on the floor of strangers homes or in parks or at hostels, and they appear to have such freedom in that they are able to be alone in ways that females, unfortunately, cannot. and there is an ignorance surrounding this in that these boys never seem to comprehend just how fortunate they are that strange people and unfamiliar places and the dark of night are not their enemies but rather exciting, promising things.
“Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all this is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always supposedly in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yes, God, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night…”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
concept: me, living amongst the trees, making friends with all the wild animals, white lace dress blowing in the wind as i walk barefoot along the mossy forest floor, the sound of birds is filling my head, i’m the happiest i’ve ever been.
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