February 2011
attilee asked: <3 you little heart monster.
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With the wonderful ability to not be able to sleep, I think a lot. Probably more...
– me, circa August 2006. (I wanted to post this because I am astounded by how much it still applies to me, despite a few small things. I was 16 years old when I wrote this, but most of it sounds as though I wrote it today.)
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January 2011
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uni=one , verse=song
– ♪ ∞ ♥ (via wirrow)
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Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. You...
– You should date an illiterate girl. (via deliberatepixel)
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l'introduction de Phen
So! I’ve gotten a few new followers in the past couple of days (!) and I thought maybe I should do some sort of introduction post.
My name is Cassandra, but most people in the magical land of interwebs call me Phen. I like Phen. Call me Phen.
The first thing you need to know is that I frequently hit RECord (www.hitrecord.org). I wear a RED button as my badge of honor, and this RECording...
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i will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the...
– e. e. cummings (via yesyes)
(via proustitute)
This might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever read.
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Is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than...
– J.K. Rowling (via silentsigh57)
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whispered folktales
I run my fingers through your tangles of hair; you whisper stories into my hands.
“There once were two souls, in two ribcages, in two hearts, in two bodies. They were not always together, but they were always inseparable.
She would dream up adventures that they took in their sleep, and in their wake. He would saunter through banks of powdery snow, she drifted in pools of...
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I can’t see the future, but I know it’s got big plans for me.
– St. Vincent, “Laughing with a Mouth of Blood”, Actor
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Speaking in Terms of 'Us' →
You speak in secrets
and cradle promises
on the back of your tongue
and every word
is so beautiful,
so perfect,
so blatantly you,
for so-
unabashedly-me.
I speak in poetry
and guard stanzas
on the tip of my heart
and every word
is so meaningful,
so sincere,
so blatantly me,
for so-
unabashedly-you.
—-
<3C
link is in the title.
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Books won’t stay banned. They won’t burn. Ideas won’t go to...
– A. Whitney Griswold
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after you left
I sat up straight, because I knew better, I held my head high, because I was trained to, I applauded even though I hated it all. the music rose, and the music fell, and I choked. begging. wishing to be anywhere but here in a room of people, and none of them you, breathing in clouds of second-hand that was not your flavor. I rose, and I fell— to the floor, everything felt hard like the covers...
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Forever is composed of nows.
– Emily Dickinson, “Forever - is composed of Nows- (690)”; as referenced by John Green, Paper Towns
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A Girl Who Woke Up (A quick Story) →
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