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satyabear:

Stop being adorable I shouldn’t ship political leaders

I just

How can you not like them

goddamn it

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Somebody loves you if they don’t mind the quiet. They don’t mind running errands with you or cleaning your apartment while blasting some annoying music. There’s no pressure, no need to fill the silences. You know how with some of your friends there needs to be some sort of activity for you to hang out? You don’t feel uncomfortable just shooting the shit and watching bad reality TV with them. You need something that will keep the both of you busy to ensure there won’t be a void. That’s not love. That’s “Hey babe! I like you okay. Do you wanna grab lunch? I think we have enough to talk about to fill two hours!” It’s a damn dream when you find someone you can do nothing with. Whether you’re skydiving together or sitting at home and doing different things, it’s always comfortable. That is fucking love.

Thought Catalog, How To Tell If Someone Loves You (via dulcetdecember)

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You tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake…You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that.

Warsan Shire (via dulcetdecember)

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People think being alone makes you lonely, but I don’t think that’s true. Being surrounded by the wrong people is the loneliest thing in the world.

Kim Culbertson, The Liberation of Max McTrue (via dulcetdecember)

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The human body essentially recreates itself every six months. Nearly every cell of hair and skin and bone dies and another is directed to its former place. You are not who you were last November.

Donald Miller
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Do not look for a sanctuary in anyone except yourself.

Siddhārtha Gautama (via dulcetdecember)

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If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.

A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner (via dulcetdecember)

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Been a while

I would just like to say hello to the tumblr world as I start my summer before college at Butler. Before then I want to lose like… ehh… ten pounds. This time I have a workout buddy so hopefully that will hope. I haven’t worked out yet today but I hurt my back somehow so I’m thinking maybe I’ll give it a rest. I don’t know. I might impulsively go running because all I can think about is how much I ate and how much I just want to be skinny. Sigh. I weighed in today at 127. We will see what next week holds. 

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