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nevvzealand:

happy birthday someone

  • friend who lives hundreds of miles away: i made food
  • me: can i have some

And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.

Jane Austen, from Sense and Sensibility (Penguin Classics, 2003)

ipoog:

i wish girls could have sleep overs with boys without the whole they gonna fuck attitude

The only people up at 3 am are in love, lonely, drunk, or all three.

— (via wasted—bones)

hvngers:

"i shouldn’t eat this" I say as I shove it into my mouth