Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem,
I whisper with my lips close to your ear.
I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.
— Walt Whitman, “To You”  (via withmodestmouths)

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  I’m 7 episodes deep into Game of Thrones and I already am crushing on Jon Snow and Littlefinger. Mmm.

I’m 7 episodes deep into Game of Thrones and I already am crushing on Jon Snow and Littlefinger. Mmm.

I just bought a dslr for $60 on eBay. Weeeeeeee! It’s old but I know nothing about photography so.

 
 

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 My pupils need to shrink back down to nermal so I can go party with my fwiends. 

My pupils need to shrink back down to nermal so I can go party with my fwiends. 

I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.
— Winona Ryder  (via tited)

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 I graduated.

I graduated.

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