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Fotos da Linha do tempo on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/46639153

misssunderstoood3332:

Fotos da Linha do tempo on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/46639153

cityofbadass:

Do you ever wonder about how an author would describe you in a novel? Not only your appearance but the way you talk and laugh and hold yourself and all the expressions on your face?

I miss this.

I miss laying it all out on the table. Writing for me and no one else. I don’t care who sees what I have to say so long as I can let it out. I miss blogging my life. Tumblr has just become a place where people re-blog pictures that are funny or things that they like. Isn’t blogging supposed to be more than that? I suppose the purpose to a blog is truly up to the individual. 

p4nd4r:

i’ve never had one of these, i wonder why~

p4nd4r:

i’ve never had one of these, i wonder why~

If you don’t see it with your eyes, don’t invent it with your mouth.

Miles’ work.

Miles’ work.

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

       THE SECOND COMING

    Turning and turning in the widening gyre
    The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
    Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
    The best lack all conviction, while the worst
    Are full of passionate intensity.

    Surely some revelation is at hand;
    Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
    The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
    When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
    Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
    A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
    A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
    Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
    Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

    The darkness drops again but now I know
    That twenty centuries of stony sleep
    Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
    And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
    Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Him.

I miss him. My best friend. I hope he calls again. I hope I don’t miss my chance.

I support normal clothes the most.

I support normal clothes the most.

Prom dress shopping.

Prom dress shopping.

I’m tired of falling in love but I always seem to let myself fall. Let’s skip prom, is it summer yet?