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"All Good Things are Wild and free" -thoreau

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Ya know what? It’s gonna be OK.

Hear me out. I know the passing of time of sucks, and whatever, but one aspect of it doesn’t completely blow.

You know the thing going on right now? The thing making your head spin and your chest ache? Soon, that thing is gonna be in the past. Whatever it is, you’re gonna get away from it and be able to breathe.

Just tough it out a little longer, and I promise, you’ll resolve the thing somehow.

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black-quadrant:

don’t mistreat people who are sincerely kind

don’t use them for their generosity

and for fuck’s sake don’t take them for granted expecting them to always be there because they’re nice

good-natured people can be worn down so much that even they can become jaded

treat these people right

(via rennygirl)

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quezycoatl:

jacobtheloofah:

no but the best part is how he got the name:
his name was originally “potatoes,” and his owner, willoughby bertie, told the stable lad who helped him to write the horse’s name on a feed bin. the boy misheard it as, literally “pot-eight-o’s” and wrote it with 8 o’s. bertie found it so funny that he kept that as the horses name.

18th century pun. Lmao.

quezycoatl:

jacobtheloofah:

no but the best part is how he got the name:

his name was originally “potatoes,” and his owner, willoughby bertie, told the stable lad who helped him to write the horse’s name on a feed bin. the boy misheard it as, literally “pot-eight-o’s” and wrote it with 8 o’s. bertie found it so funny that he kept that as the horses name.

18th century pun. Lmao.

(Source: juanbercow, via shitmeganlikes)

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Her eyelids were soft, like satin beneath her fingertips. She felt the need for control as the world wheeled around her on it’s axis taking her head to spin with it, and she was rubbing her eyes. Marveling in the delicate perfection of her eyeballs and the lace-like intricacies of her eyelashes.

The need for control.