Eileen
16
Living it up in McKinney, Texas
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Sorry in advance for the occasional rants.

“God is like Robert Pattinson: It’s not the person you have a problem with; it’s the fan club that freaks you out.”

—   

Anurag Sahay (via really-shit)

this is the best analogy I’ve ever heard

(via wickedwitchelphaba)

(via blythebrooklyn)

girlwithbraids:

uglygirlsclub:

don’t date anyone who doesn’t want to hear your favorite song, watch your favorite movie, read your favorite book

watch the notebook with me dammit

does this mean we’re dating

hate:

kitsunecoffee:

brilliantinemortality:

vagisodium:

apriki:

never forget that australias first ever winter olympics gold was won because the guy was coming dead last and everyone in front of him fell over


its happening

even better
the only reason he was in the final was bc the same thing happened in the semis
and the only reason he was in the semis was bc one of the guys that came ahead of him in the quarters was disqualified

i’m not sure if he’s the luckiest skater alive or a skater that has the power to curse other competitors.

i’ve been laughing non stop for the past like 10 minutes

hate:

kitsunecoffee:

brilliantinemortality:

vagisodium:

apriki:

never forget that australias first ever winter olympics gold was won because the guy was coming dead last and everyone in front of him fell over

its happening

even better

the only reason he was in the final was bc the same thing happened in the semis

and the only reason he was in the semis was bc one of the guys that came ahead of him in the quarters was disqualified

i’m not sure if he’s the luckiest skater alive or a skater that has the power to curse other competitors.

i’ve been laughing non stop for the past like 10 minutes

(via all-these-unspoken-thoughts)

“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

—   Dylan Thomas (via observando)
atelier-sisters:


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“O may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence; live
In pulses stirred to generosity,
In deeds of daring rectitude…”

—   George Eliot, O May I Join the Choir Invisible! And Other Favourite Poems (via observando)

pizzaforpresident:

when you aren’t your best friend’s best friend

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(via nice-wig-janis)

“Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obligation to think, and this, more than anything else, brought him a measure of peace, a salutary emptiness within. The world was outside of him, around him, before him, and the speed with which it was changing made it impossible for him to dwell on any one thing for very long. Motion was of the essence, the act of putting one foot in front of the other and allowing himself to follow the drift of his own body. By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal, and it no longer mattered where he was. On the best walks, he was able to feel that he was nowhere. And this, finally, was all he ever asked of things: to be nowhere.”

—   Paul Auster (via summerscourtney)

it’s too late to make excuses
and too early to be lucid

so I write your name a thousand times on walls that never crack

and scrawl on shattered glass

to remind myself that the waves
I’ve been feeling are nothing more than sound

and the weight of your promises
I can’t stop
hauling around