Anonymous asked: how do you get boys to like you so much? or maybe just people in general? I just cant figure out how

halfbunny:

people are just mirrors that want to be loved & understood 
when you understand that i’m you & you’re me & we’re everybody else & they’re us you won’t need anyone to like you because you’ll know that the world is in you

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lilac-lungs:

Spent 30 minutes looking up and discussing throat bruises from blow jobs with frendz :/

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Cashier: That'll be $4.03
Me: I only have $4...
Cashier: That's ok, I have the three cents
Me: ...........
Cashier: ........
Me: what are we?
13 hours agoneopiacentralautosomes 103,007 notes#im laff

i want an alt-j tattoo:/

15 hours ago
we’re still gathering soft stones and talking about constellations,
though the sky is so far from dark
and someone told me it is not true that the sun sets in the east,
the sun doesn’t set anywhere, we’re the ones falling toward it.
they lied when they said your heart was the size of your fist,
mine is a whole damn city
of everyone i’ve ever made a home in.
of strangers, of kind eyes, of brushing skin, voices calling from windows lodged in the throats of boys who never touched my body, of people i said i love you too but didn’t mean it.
of coffee order and the girl who loves train tracks (who i still think about in michigan when meeting the rails to chicago)
of thirteen collapsed against a door because the one place you knew to hide caught fire and the wind and time only fanned the flames and you ended with knees covered in ashes.
i am a train ticket away from my heart, a couple hours drive, sixty five dollars in gas.
i hear it’s sunny. i hear it’s been a long winter but it’s finally clearing up. the skies are just now draining their gray into the air and maybe the sadness is leaving, dissipating like smoke in mid winter chimneys, like soles of shoes that have met a number of mountains and fell in love with each one. maybe it is too soon to say the sadness is leaving, maybe it it too soon to suggest it.
here i am packing his bags, saying goodbyes, writing his letters signed
“thanks for being home but i think i hate you.”
“you never made the bed, you hardly ever ate, you drenched the streets with salt, and slept instead of smiled.”
i’ll see him again, i know i will.
but never as often, never for coffee, never for months at a time.
- cities and sadness (via heeavyboots)
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ignitionremix:

no offense but I love girls and hate everything else

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"밤에, Part of universe” 2011

"밤에, Part of universe” 2011

2 days agoaestheticiszmkillheji 50,696 notes
Once you realize that the road is the goal and that you are always on the road, not to reach a goal, but to enjoy its beauty and its wisdom, life ceases to be a task and becomes natural and simple, in itself, an ecstasy.
- Nisargadatta Maharaj (via dissenting)
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