Lilly never leaves my lap and it’s my favorite thing. 💕

Lilly never leaves my lap and it’s my favorite thing. 💕

Lyra Brown - Messygruts
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lyrlouwho:

I’ve been listening to the archive of some of my old songs and this one came on and I couldn’t help but smile. It’s got to be at least 2 and a half years old or so, but I’ve always loved the simplicity, honesty and the lullaby-esqueness of it.

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It’s snowing again, it’s almost April
You wanna die again, I guess you haven’t been away enough
I’m thinking again, about the old days
i’m stalling again, I’ve made a mess of my sleeves

It’s only been 6 months since I met you
It’s only been 12 hours since I saw you smile

It’s bedtime again, I wonder if you’re sleeping
I’m aching again, for that which does hurt me

It’s only been 3 months since you stained me
It’s only been 6 years since you left us for good
It’s only been 6 months since I met you
It’s only been 12 hours since I saw you smile

And here we have a perfect song from my genius best friend.

how is your hair doing?

neil-gaiman:

Very well, thank you. We are still together.

When thinking about life remember this; no amount of guilt can solve the past and no amount of anxiety can change the future.
(via llawra)
me: you'll regret staying up this late
me: i know
me the next morning: i regret staying up that late
me that night: let's do it again
This looks like my favorite/Lyra’s least favorite water slide.

This looks like my favorite/Lyra’s least favorite water slide.

flower power (◡‿◡✿)

We are the generation of the selfie and of self-induced sadness,
born in the same year that three of my idols would commit suicide.
Most poets die with the lights on,
but we all plan on drowning. We are the generation of grounding
lightning into coffee beans, of pulling strings from the hems of our dresses until we unravel,
of leaving footprints in the gravel on the way to the edge of the world. I am a computer girl,
and I was born in the year of the boar. Maybe that’s why I’m a whore,
and my best friends are all pigs,
and I dig my own grave every time I open my mouth.

We are the generation of meaningless trophies, it’s true.
My parents like to tell me: “you
think that you deserve everything.” But we are a generation of scraping,
watching our parents cry over housing prices
and dying white clothes black to blend in.
We are children of the wind, born to land wherever freedom settles us
and we take our parent’s debt with us everywhere.
We are a generation of change and of chains, and mostly
I think we deserve any fame we can get:
thirty people hitting “like” on a status.
Girls posting photos of themselves naked have earned every moment of bliss
they receive from finding themselves beautiful in their own skin.
We are a generation of women airbrushed to perfection
and daughters taking pills to feel pretty again.

And mostly, I don’t like to make sweeping generalizations about my friends
but I think it’s okay
if at the end of some days we feel like relaxing,
taking a photo of our dinner,
telling two hundred near-strangers how lucky we feel
to be existing anywhere at all.

The Selfie Generation; Hannah Beth Ragland  (via allmymetaphors)
nevver:

How I am feeling
From 18 to 22 you meet a lot of temporary people.
(via tattyz)
red-lipstick:

Michelle Papadopoulos (Canada) - Below The Surface, 2013      Paintings: Watercolors +Digital

red-lipstick:

Michelle Papadopoulos (Canada) - Below The Surface, 2013      Paintings: Watercolors +Digital

It’s pretty amazing how the things that are life and death in the middle of the night don’t even matter by the time you wake up in the morning.

Missing someone is a vague, unpleasant sensation, like gnawing anxiety. It isn’t as concrete as grief, but it’s just as pervasive and there’s no escaping it.
Sue Grafton, C is for Corpse (via simply-quotes)