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Ashley. 21. Sometimes speaks with an accent, generally when she is tipsy, angry, or says certain words. Hair is always a mess, hence a ponytail cause she has no idea what to do with it. She posts things that she likes, reminds her of her friends, and daily love letters to a handful of people. Her heart is cold, black and crumbly, like a burnt cake pan.

Tags Most Often Used: Fizz, Mary, STB, Twin-e, You.

In Love With: pictures, those I text/e-mail/twitter daily, Christmas lights, books, cheap booze, bad tv, good friends (who love me and my awkward moments), happy moments, sending mail, receiving mail, knitting, my twin-e (and the fact we may have a list of shit we have to do. what you don't?), STB, Fizz, trashy magazines, tracking packages and taking pictures of what I'm reading at the moment and judging them.

Hating: Graduation in December and that whole growing up thing, assholes, people who make her cry, those who ignore her (and then deny it), writing papers, being paranoid, and being convinced that my friends are upset/hate me (even when they don't).


Following

11 December 09
Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.
— Pablo Picasso (via bitchville) (via quote-book)

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In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each of us responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel. It hurt when I lost each of the various men I fell in love with. Now, though, I am convinced that no one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.
— Paulo Coelho (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)

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Posted: 8:28 PM
In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each of us responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel. It hurt when I lost each of the various men I fell in love with. Now, though, I am convinced that no one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.
— Paulo Coelho (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)

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Posted: 7:14 PM
Hello Jack. It’s been awhile.

Hello Jack. It’s been awhile.

Posted: 6:20 PM
If you wished to be loved, love.
— Seneca (via reluctantbuddha) (via quote-book)

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On this day, you read something that moved you and made you realise there were no more fears to fear. No tears to cry. No head to hang in shame. That every time you thought you’d offended someone, it was all just in your head and really, they love you with all their heart and nothing will ever change that. That everyone and everything lives on inside you. That that doesn’t make any of it any less real.

That soft touches will change you and stay with you longer than hard ones.

That being alone means you’re free. That old lovers miss you and new lovers want you and the one you’re with is the one you’re meant to be with. That the tingles running down your arms are angel feathers and they whisper in your ear, constantly, if you choose to hear them. That everything you want to happen, will happen, if you decide you want it enough. That every time you think a sad thought, you can think a happy one instead.

That you control that completely.

That the people who make you laugh are more beautiful than beautiful people. That you laugh more than you cry. That crying is good for you. That the people you hate wish you would stop and you do too.

That your friends are reflections of the best parts of you. That you are more than the sum total of the things you know and how you react to them. That dancing is sometimes more important than listening to the music.

That the most embarrassing, awkward moments of your life are only remembered by you and no one else. That no one judges you when you walk into a room and all they really want to know, is if you’re judging them. That what you make and what you do with your time is more important than you’ll ever fathom and should be treated as such. That the difference between a job and art is passion. That neither defines who you are. That talking to strangers is how you make friends.

That bad days end but a smile can go around the world. That life contradicts itself, constantly. That that’s why it’s worth living.

That the difference between pain and love is time. That love is only as real as you want it to be. That if you feel good, you look good but it doesn’t always work the other way around.

That the sun will rise each day and it’s up to you each day if you match it. That nothing matters up until this point. That what you decide now, in this moment, will change the future. Forever. That rain is beautiful.

And so are you.

via: I wrote this for you

i love this.

(via kari-shma)

(via quote-book)

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Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh