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I'm a 23-year-old human disaster in Manhattan.

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Manhattan at 6 a.m.

BUT YOU REALLY GOTTA ACTUALLY CLICK ON THE PICTURE.
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torsive:

visvxl:

Manhattan at 6 a.m.

BUT YOU REALLY GOTTA ACTUALLY CLICK ON THE PICTURE.

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Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.
— Ursula K. Le Guin  (via thatkindofwoman)

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It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days…Lightly, lightly—it’s the best advice ever given me. So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly, my darling.
— Aldous Huxley  (via versteur)

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this is the best photoset in the entire universe hands down

Giant kitty nuggles. 

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I don’t know which of my roommates left this on my bed but I think it’s very sweet and whoever did it, I love you. I can’t sleep. I’m writing tonight. @erboswell  @cassidykipp View high resolution

I don’t know which of my roommates left this on my bed but I think it’s very sweet and whoever did it, I love you. I can’t sleep. I’m writing tonight. @erboswell @cassidykipp

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life is easy, son. it’s just like riding a bike that’s on fire and you’re on fire and everything is on fire and you’re in hell

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At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare
— Caitlin Moran (via ambvr)

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