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I’m someone who loves change.
I get bored so easily.
I move all the furniture
in my bedroom at least once a week. I’ve spray painted my dresser
Five different colors
in the last six months and
I can’t ever have the same dinner
two nights in a row.
But you, oh god,
you were something else.
You were the first thing
I ever saw and didn’t want to change, you were the first thing
I could taste every night
and not get sick of.
You taste like forever (via till-forever-finds-me)



"its not fair girls can wear pants and guys cant wear dresses" stfu yes you can. go to jc pennys. buy a cute dress. wear the dress. if anyone says you cant wear the dress. slay them.congratulations you are wearing a dress

the best part is that this argument is used by guys to try and prevent girls wearing trousers, but who is preventing men from wearing dresses? is it women? oh wait no it’s men and the patriarchy, fucking again.


don’t ever trust dudes that say women can’t make up their minds. that’s a bullshit lie that just helps perpetuate the notion that women don’t know what they want and men can decide for them. it perpetuates the idea that a man can disregard what a woman says because she’s “sending mixed messages” or simply because “she actually wants it”. it perpetuates rape culture, and it’s unacceptable.


You’re just sitting their happily minding your business, suddenly someone asks you something and it all comes back. One word leads to another and you’re already walking down memory lane. You’re dusting off shelves in the far back of your mind that you didn’t even know still existed, You’re opening the doors that you closed long ago, and you know you shouldn’t but you’re walking down the staircase, hoping that you don’t remember. Oh but you do darling! 

You remember everything, the words are flowing out of your mouth more naturally than the air your breathe, like you were waiting for this very moment. But inside you know you weren’t, this is the kind of situation you had hoped to never witness. And you’re sitting there stunned because you thought you had forgotten, that maybe time had done its job and memories had faded. But that’s the funny thing about time, it heals all wounds but some cuts are deeper than the others, we’ll never know how much time is enough. And some never really fade away, they stay there, in a dingy corner of our brains, behind all the cobwebs and under all the dust but they are still there, waiting to pounce at the right moment like today’s. 

There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.
John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via kushandwizdom)
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