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I’m one of those people that you have to keep your eye on or I’ll wander off into the woods and forget to come back.

— Jack White (via rosythumbelina)

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sofapizza:

now please resuscitate me since i died from your cuteness.

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An entire sea of water can’t sink a ship unless it gets inside the ship. Similarly, the negativity of the world can’t put you down unless you allow it to get inside you.

— Goi Nasu  (via lovelydumplings)

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The “wives, sisters, daughters” line of argument comes up all the fucking time. President Obama even used it in his State of the Union address this year, saying,

“We know our economy is stronger when our wives, mothers, and daughters can live their lives free from discrimination in the workplace, and free from the fear of domestic violence.”

This device, which Obama has used on more than one occasion, is reductive as hell. It defines women by their relationships to other people, rather than as people themselves. It says that women are only important when they are married to, have given birth to, or have been fathered by other people. It says that women are only important because of who they belong to.

Women are not possessions.

Women are people.

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Zoom Pretty sure you still need a little water and food input

Pretty sure you still need a little water and food input

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the nerd tumble: THINGS MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME...

ingridmatthews:

THINGS MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME:


1. My mother taught me about WEATHER.
“Your room looks like a tornado hit it.”

2. My mother taught me about RELIGION.
“You better pray that comes out of the carpet.”

3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
“If you don’t straighten up I’m going to…

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Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t.

— Stephanie Georgopulus (via hellanne)

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hazelgracelancaster:

when guys are dressed in suits and they unbutton the top of their shirt and they undo their bowtie but keep it hanging under their collar and maybe they roll up their sleeves a bit and their hair is all disheveled and

boys

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I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.
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