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I’m an emotional person—I feel things, and I need to be able to get upset and to talk about how I’m feeling. I mean, that’s just.. that’s who I am, and I can’t change it. I don’t want to.
Felicity (via wrists)

(via quote-book)

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posterity, n.
I try not to think about us growing old together, mostly because I try not to think about growing old at all. Both things — the years passing, the years together — are too enormous to contemplate. But one morning, I gave in. You were asleep, and I imagined you older and older. Your hair graying, your skin folded and creased, your breath catching. And I found myself thinking: If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. Your memories will be my most lasting impression.
David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary (via danseurs)

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me and the 6 yr old I'm babysitting:
*watching a study in pink*
6 yr old:
are they best friends?
me:
yes
6 yr old:
they don't look like best friends.
me:
really? what do they look like?
6 yr old:
boyfriends.
me:
...really?
6 yr old:
yes. they're in love. that old lady thinks so.
me:
*internally screaming*

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Ugh, I hate it when people say “Fuck the police”.

Don’t just fuck the police. 

Take the police out on a couple dates. Take the police to the movies or a nice stroll in the park. Feed the police some delicious fondue. Make the police fall in love with you. Then, fuck the police. And then out of nowhere, stop taking calls from the police. Ignore the police. Make the police miss you. Make the police cry.

(Source: parjars, via nicolyrolypoly)