manipulated daydreams.
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To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.
Ernest Hemingway  (via seabelle)

(Source: loveless-people, via inxorable)

officialalltimelow:

pussy-sista:

Meeting the idol.

The dog is smiling for fucks sake

sh4dows:

some authors could really use a “plot twist limit” or a “you’ve killed too many characters already” notification you know

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simoneriel:

kidlea:

awomanontheverge:

life-is-fiction:

theinternetghostshavetakenover:


golgothasghirahim:

basstrip:

whoa

what omg

the english language, everyone

This hit me like a brick

And people wonder why authors use italics and bold and shit so reader’s understand what’s going the fuck on.

And of course I just read this in my head 7 times, stressing each word differently. 

i still don’t understand this…
holy shit yes.

I did all 7 versions out loud, it was fun
A first book has some of the sweetness of a first love.
Robert Aris Willmott  (via observando)
  • Plot Twist: All exams got cancelled because the government finally realise that they are actually just marking your memory and not your intelligence and teenagers should be experiencing life and having a good time instead of sat revising bollocks they're not going to use in the future
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HIGH SCHOOL

This is how to run a stick of Chapstick
down the black boxes on your scantron
so the grading machine skips the wrong
answers. This is how to honor roll. Hell,
this is how to National Honor Society.
This is being voted “Most Likely to Marry
for Money” or “Talks the Most, Says the
Least” for senior superlatives. This is
stepping around the kids having panic
attacks in the hallway. This is being the
kid having a panic attack in the hallway.
This is making the A with purple moons
stamped under both eyes. We had to try.
This is telling the ACT supervisor you have
ADHD to get extra time. Today, the average
high school student has the same anxiety
levels as the average 1950’s psychiatric
patient. We know the Pythagorean theorem
by heart, but short-circuit when asked
“How are you?” We don’t know. We don’t
know. That wasn’t on the study guide.
We usually know the answer, but rarely
know ourselves.

HIGH SCHOOL By Blythe Baird (via blythebrooklyn)

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sheaforest:

undoubtedly the best line on tv
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