“I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” — When Harry Met Sally (1989)
(Source: misoopark)
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rule # 4 is always leave him wanting more / make him walk you to the door / remember you are the award
Just found this photo of @cassieramone and I wearing homemade Smiths shirts at my parents house in 2002
tumblr posts with thousands of notes with terms like surviving and trauma and tw tw tw dont make me feel any better and when i’m scared of cities i don’t think of societal constructs, i think of what men are like when they’re drunk. and doors slammed open. i said it made me stronger. but that was a lie. i wish it never happened, i don’t remember what i was like before. it was only ugliness and nothing empowering.
a photo of a naked woman couldn’t be further than the truth / it’s just a shell and a stone to be thrown
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I hate the trees and I hate the flowers / and I hate the buildings and the way they tower over me
moving out of my house so i guess i should try to dispose of all my old wine and prescription bottles hidden in my room before then?
or just say sorry mom, i will see you next christmas