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Ask me anything   Becca, 23 years old from Michigan. I enjoy breakfast food, gardening, pugs, kitties, science, nail polish, fashion, literature, and Bill Murray.

friendlyangryfeminist:

just girly things: pretending to be on the phone when you walk by a large group of men because there’s a chance they’ll harass you <333

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"I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order."
John Burroughs  (via thatkindofwoman)

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"I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning."
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

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catsbeaversandducks:

10 Bleps That Prove a Cat is Cutest When Its Tongue is Out

The Blep: An adorable phenomenon that involves the protrusion of a cat’s cute pink tongue, often due to forgetfulness. 
Here we observe the blep in its many beautiful manifestations. [distractify]

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"Being alone is better than sitting next to a lover and feeling lonely."
Richard Linklater   (via thatkindofwoman)

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ladycrappo:

These are based on the beautiful botanical tattoos of Kirsten Holliday (kirstenmakestattoos).

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coldxblue:

The killing moon will come too soon.

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"I am sorry for filling you with beer and bad thoughts and then asking you why you shook. I am sorry for pinching you, for hitting you, for bruising the thin-skinned parts of you. I am sorry for the names I called you when we were fighting. You are not ugly. You are not useless. You would not be better off gone. I’m sorry for almost throwing you out into the street because my sadness was too much for me. I’m sorry for carving my fingernails into your thigh and then resenting the way people asked, “How’d that happen?” I’m sorry for plucking you and nicking your calves with drugstore razors. I’m sorry I let some people see you in the moonlight. They didn’t deserve to know the color of your hips like I do. I’m sorry for leaving you convulsing over a toilet bowl over some boy. I’m sorry I did not thank you for simply trying to take me where I wanted to go. I’m sorry I screamed at you to shrink, shrink, shrink when all you could do was grow. I’m sorry that this apology is ten years too late. I’m sorry that it will probably come again. I’m sorry that I do not treat anybody else as poorly as I have treated you. I’m sorry that I am constantly learning how to love you, when you have never once doubted how you feel about me. I’m sorry in ways I have not yet learned to communicate."
An Apology to My Body | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

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