August 2011
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the receptionist
He looked up from chatting on his cellphone to see me standing there, awkwardly, behind the cool glass which separated us. He asked me if I wanted something, and as soon as I began to speak, he began to laugh, his eyes crinkling up, looking for all the world like the long lost grandpa you didn’t know you had.
“Over here!” he said, still laughing, and pointed to an opening in the...
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my college website is so confusing
i cannot find a single thing. i want to scream.
“When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like...”
– (via eeedy)
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that’s it.
i’m moving to new york city.
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“We’re all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that’s all.”
– Andrew, The Breakfast Club (via quotesforthought)
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seashells
He met her when he was seven years old, a little boy with dark hair and dark eyes, an overly quiet lad. He met her on the beach. She walked along, very slowly, her eyes trained on the ground before her, her long red hair billowing slightly in the breeze.
“Do you want to play with me?” he had asked, from where he sat, building a lopsided sand castle. She had looked up and nodded at...
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If you're trying so hard to save London, why are...
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“Wanted: Someone to watch Harry Potter with me and hold my hand when Snape dies...”
– Anonymous (via chemicular) 