Somebody loves you if they don’t mind the quiet. They don’t mind running errands with you or cleaning your apartment while blasting some annoying music. There’s no pressure, no need to fill the silences. You know how with some of your friends there needs to be some sort of activity for you to hang out? You don’t feel comfortable just shooting the shit and watching bad reality TV with them. You need something that will keep the both of you busy to ensure there won’t be a void. That’s not love. That’s “Hey babe! I like you okay. Do you wanna grab lunch? I think we have enough to talk about to fill two hours!” It’s a damn dream when you find someone you can do nothing with. Whether you’re skydiving together or sitting at home and doing different things, it’s always comfortable. That is fucking love.
—How To Tell If Someone Loves You (via teri0re)

“I almost wish we were butterflies, and lived but three summer days. Three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.” — Bright Star, 2009

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if i were a caterpillar i would probably emerge from my cocoon as another slightly fatter caterpillar

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Tip for all my student readers: if you’re too lazy to use a bibliography creator like NoodleBib or RefWorks, let Google generate your bibliography entries for you. All you have to do is google the article/book title in Google Scholar, click “cite” at the bottom of the search result, and copy either the MLA, APA, or Chicago cite into your word document. 

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micaceous:

carolina engman

Tread Lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.
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Requiescat, Oscar Wilde, 1881

Wilde wrote this poem for his sister Isola, who died of meningitis aged 9.

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trohhurley:

this just proves that even though he clearly finds it fucking annoying

HE’S STILL BEING NICE ABOUT IT

and if that doesn’t give you all the more reason to stop fucking tweeting him about Peterick no matter what form you may ship it then i don’t fucking know what is

just fucking stop

I’m not going to censor myself to comfort your ignorance.
—Jon Stewart (via omydays)

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