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typically-unique:

I want to be one of those people who does yoga and eats berries for breakfast, but I’m one of those people who stays in bed until 4 pm and eats pizza. 

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MLA format is such a butthole.

some doctor who photos because the 50th anniversary episode is coming 5/?
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uglypnis:

Juno (2007) dir. Jason Reitman
"Bleeker decided he didn’t want to see the baby, neither did I really. He didn’t feel like ours, I think he was always her’s."
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He will brush against your thigh and pretend that he didn’t, and he’ll look you in the eyes and tell you he likes them. He will take the band out of your ponytail because he likes your hair long, he will let you listen to his favourite song and it will get stuck in your head. He will kiss your lips until they are numb and he will hold your hands until they go numb too. Don’t watch the sunset with him, because you won’t be able to watch it again without missing the smell of his cologne. Don’t make him call you by your nickname, because afterwards you won’t be able to hear it. Your heart will be heavy and so will your head but just remember you were beautiful before he said so.

some advice i gave to a friend (via desc-end)

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did-you-kno:

'Prince Charles Cinema' in London employes ninjas.  They quietly sneak around and hush noisy people in the theater.
Source
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"E alla fine, siamo solo umani, ubriachi dell’idea che l’amore, solo l’amore, possa guarire il nostro tormento".- Francis Scott Fitzgerald.
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Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

Some things are better left unsaid (via dearalexandra)