“Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t.”
Stephanie Georgopulus (via synchronicities)
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The Chalice Well, Glastonbury, England
Also known as ‘The Well of Avalon’.
Archaeological evidence suggests that the well has been in almost constant use for at least two thousand years. Water issues from the spring at a rate of 25,000 gallons per day and has never failed, even during drought. The water is believed to possess healing qualities.
The Well is often portrayed as a symbol of the female aspect of deity, with the male symbolised by Glastonbury Tor. As such, it is a popular destination for pilgrims in search of the divine feminine, including Pagans. The Well is however popular with all faiths and in 2001 became a World Peace Garden.
(via waterlilydreams)
you are the only mystery worth solving
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“There were no sex classes. No friendship classes. No classes on how to navigate a bureaucracy, build an organization, raise money, create a database, buy a house, love a child, spot a scam, talk someone out of suicide, or figure out what was important to me. Not knowing how to do these things is what messes people up in life, not whether they know algebra or can analyze literature.”
William Upski Wimsatt (via infinitebynature)
Bless this post
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“You’re under no obligation to be the same person you were five minutes ago.”
My dad just dropped a bowl of pasta on the floor and it went everywhere, and he stared at it for like 5 minutes, sighed and then said ‘sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead’ and then he walked off without cleaning it up.
I told my dad a post about him has nearly 40k notes and he told me that he doesn’t understand what ‘tumblrering’ is but he doesn’t want to be involved in my lonely shenanigans.
“I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own dinners,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.III.
”
The thing is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.
All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via kegfoam)
(Source: clementinevonradics, via unlonely)
When We Cuddle,
I hope you dont mind if I,
- wrap my legs around yours
- lay my head above your heart
- run my hands through your hair
- play footsie with you
- put my hand on your tummy
- play with yours hands
- give you fishy kisses
- talk about my day
- sing you a song
- fall asleep in your arms
- sacrifice you to satan
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My picks from #safetytipsforladies on Twitter.
See, this is how you can do satire/be funny about a serious subject without making light of it or the people who suffer because of it. Thank you and goodnight.
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Do you ever think about the fact that the US has created and legitimized a system of institutionalized inequality by funding schools through property taxes? That basically a child’s education is only as good as the value of the property in their neighborhood. Funny how education is so often viewed as an equalizing factor when there is nothing equal about it.
oops.
(via pedagogyofpussy)
