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“You gradually get over the pain. It doesn’t go away, not for a long time, but it becomes easier to live with. One morning you wake up, and he’s not the first thing on your mind. And then a few months down the line, you realize you’ve made it through half the day without thinking of him. Sometimes it takes months, sometimes years, but eventually you reach a point when you only think about them occasionally. You manage to do this because you don’t see them, you don’t hear about them, and you try not to think about them. And then you bump into them walking down the street, or someone unexpected mentions their name and the memories come flooding back. But memories also become less painful in time.” —(via thelovewhisperer)
wetalkaboutspaceships: good morning everyone, hope you all have a great day

wetalkaboutspaceships:

good morning everyone, hope you all have a great day

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thatkindofwoman: This and that.

thatkindofwoman:

This and that.

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ben quilty

ben quilty

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Anonymous asked: instagram name?

@sharberryyy

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nawasaka: “50 Shades of Bread” Color’s version of porn

nawasaka:

“50 Shades of Bread”

Color’s version of porn

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I posted this photo on my instagram today with the caption “it’s been one of those weeks, but that doesn’t make it a bad month, or a bad year, or a bad life.” Shortly after I got a comment that said “But you’re so cute. That should make you smile!” and while I know this comment was made in an attempt to flatter me, and possibly to boost my spirits, it actually infuriated me. As if me realizing that I am cute could suddenly change the fact that my parents don’t belong married anymore, or give me piece of mind regarding my health, or allow me to come to terms with a memory issue I’ve battled all of my life that has been shifting recently. It won’t change the overwhelming emotion I felt when a feather jolted a memory I didn’t know I had… didn’t know I was capable of. A feather brought me to tears today. A god damn feather made me absolutely lose.. my.. shit. I won’t even begin to explain to you how hopeless that made me feel. But while any of these things individually - not to mention cumulatively - would be reason enough to stay in bed all day and cry until I had absolutely no tears left, I continued on. I continued reading about feathers, and down, and spun yarn, and filament yarn and I went to school and took my test and tonight I’ll go to a concert and enjoy myself. And I’ll do all of that not because I’m cute. I’ll do that because I am capable. I am tough. I am a fucking mystical fairy creature and I leave pixie dust in my wake and THAT is why I’ll be ok and it won’t be a bad month, or a bad year. Or maybe it will, but I’ll still be ok. And not because I’m cute.

I posted this photo on my instagram today with the caption “it’s been one of those weeks, but that doesn’t make it a bad month, or a bad year, or a bad life.” Shortly after I got a comment that said “But you’re so cute. That should make you smile!” and while I know this comment was made in an attempt to flatter me, and possibly to boost my spirits, it actually infuriated me. As if me realizing that I am cute could suddenly change the fact that my parents don’t belong married anymore, or give me piece of mind regarding my health, or allow me to come to terms with a memory issue I’ve battled all of my life that has been shifting recently. It won’t change the overwhelming emotion I felt when a feather jolted a memory I didn’t know I had… didn’t know I was capable of. A feather brought me to tears today. A god damn feather made me absolutely lose.. my.. shit. I won’t even begin to explain to you how hopeless that made me feel. But while any of these things individually - not to mention cumulatively - would be reason enough to stay in bed all day and cry until I had absolutely no tears left, I continued on. I continued reading about feathers, and down, and spun yarn, and filament yarn and I went to school and took my test and tonight I’ll go to a concert and enjoy myself. And I’ll do all of that not because I’m cute. I’ll do that because I am capable. I am tough. I am a fucking mystical fairy creature and I leave pixie dust in my wake and THAT is why I’ll be ok and it won’t be a bad month, or a bad year. Or maybe it will, but I’ll still be ok. And not because I’m cute.

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