What she lacks in age, she makes up for in madness

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April 2011

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“I desire the things which will destroy me in the end” —Sylvia Plath (via mermaidsongs)
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I’m excited. I’m anxious. I’m nervous. I’m happy. 

Apr 29, 2011
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"i missed you"

then why didnt you talk to me

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“I don’t understand sarcasm, I’m practically autistic.” —Madeline 
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“Creation comes out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration. This is where, I think, language came from. I mean, it come from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some connection with one another. It had to be easy when it was just simple survival. “Water.” We came up with a sound for that. “Tiger behind you!” We made a sound for that. But when it gets really interesting, I think is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things we’re experiencing. What is “frustration”? Or what is “anger” or “love”? When I say “love” the sound comes out of my mouth and hits the other person’s ear travels through the byzantine conduit in their brain through their memories of love or lack of love. They say they understand, but how do I know? Because words are inert. They’re just symbols. They’re dead. You know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It’s unspeakable. And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another and we feel we have connected and think we’re understood I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. That may be transient, but it’s what we live for.” —Waking Life (via hurricaneedrunkk)
Apr 20, 2011
Psychologically unstable exes are the bestest
Apr 20, 2011
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When someone tells me I'm weird.

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Apr 19, 201152,759 notes
When your friend doesn't text you back:

hurricaneedrunkk:

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