These woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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I Wanna Get Better by Bleachers
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She lives the poetry she cannot write. Oscar Wilde (via esy-kai-egw) 7,245 notes

violasarecool:

misfitreindeer:

what if people’s hair changed color based on their emotions

like one day you’re out getting a cup of coffee and you notice some cutie in the back of the coffeeshop and your hair starts turning bright pink and you do you best to try to hide it but you can’t help but look over and

they’re just sitting there, staring at you, their face as flushed as their locks

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slomps:

Imagine being given a book with a photo of every person you’d ever met

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the kindest words my father said to me
women like you drown oceans
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