my mind is disconnected but my heart is wired: Archive

“I wonder what you look like, under your t-shirt. I wonder what you sound like, when you’re not wearing words. I wonder what we have, when we’re not pretending.” —Ani Difranco (via loveyourchaos, quotewhore) (via mossey)

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i can’t stop hearing her voice

what scares me most is that that someday i might not be able to

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“I saw that nothing was permanent. You don’t want to possess anything that is dear to you because you might lose it.” —Yoko Ono (via wideawakeandkeepingdistance)

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Living Room Tegan and Sara

nellrazor:

coketalk:

Living Room - Tegan and Sara

Feeling kind of old school this evening. Not nostalgic, but maybe a little bit contemplative. This is what happens on chilly nights in the holiday gap between Thanksgiving and Christmas when people start thinking it’s a good idea to mull wine.

how’d you know this is my favorite?

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sophomore slump 2011

feministpizza:

stay tuned for sophomore slump 2012

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I can’t seem to do my work. I cant think about anything else. I just sit here and stare at readings and can barely figure out what to do with them, let alone actually process what the words are.

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i miss you emmababy, so much

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Watched the clock hit 9 this morning.

Can’t believe she’s gone.

I love you Emma.

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In my Smith application it asks me where I heard about Smith College and I want to say "From being a big lesbo" OR "AUTOSTRADDLE"

autostraddle:

you should probably write both

Ask Riese a brand new thing

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“And I felt like my heart had been so thoroughly and irreparably broken that there could be no real joy again, that at best there might eventually be a little contentment. Everyone wanted me to get help and rejoin life, pick up the pieces and move on, and I tried to, I wanted to, but I just had to lie in the mud with my arms wrapped around myself, eyes closed, grieving, until I didn’t have to anymore.” —Anne Lamott (via vanderlylegeek)

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Overheard in the CC...

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