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It's all complicated

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Just a girl with a few pages
Who loves to torture characters past the point of recognition. Judge what you'd like, I have a very over active mind that never seems to shut up. var ref = (''+document.referrer+''); var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; document.write('<script src="http://s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site=ID4144512&e1=&e2=&r=' + ref + '&wh=' + w_h + '"><\/script>'); | I should probably mention I have a fear of people... This is not an RPH but it isss a place for me to put things of inspiration and what not. Though if you need something or just want to talk my ask is open an I swear I don't bite much. Majority of the time I used to play Santana
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One weeks time

In one weeks time I will probably have been to afraid to sleep through the night. Just one week and I will be walking across a stage and receiving a piece of paper for three years in college and a eight year struggle post high school. May I just mention now how fast it feels like time has flown? Like just yesterday I’d received the acceptance letter that I never felt was going to come, I can…

Because writing helps. 

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For real though

Ok guys I need to talk about this movie.

The Breakfast Club came out in 1985 and to this day is, in my opinion, one of the greatest damn movies ever to barely even have a script.

During the famous “dance” scene, Molly Ringwald, who played the “princess” Claire, was supposed to a small little dance by herself, but she was shy so all of them did some dancing together, creating one of the most famous film scene’s to date. It was improvised.

During the scene in the film where the characters sat down and told why they were there, there was NO SCRIPT. John Hughes told the cast to sit there and improvise why they thought their characters were there, creating that heart wrenching scene everyone could relate to.

EVERYONE can relate to this movie and thats the best damn thing. 

On March 24, 1984, five students entered a detention room thinking it was just another Saturday. Before the day was over, they broke the rules, bared their souls, and touched each other in a way they never dreamed possible.

EVERYONE IN THE WORLD NEEDS TO SEE THE BREAKFAST CLUB.

This movie is life. not even joking.

Forever reblogging this

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I wanna fall in love with a dork. A dork that I can have random squirt gun fights with, someone I can watch movies with then throw a grape at their face and have them pretend to get angry and tackle me. I want to both go to the grocery store and sit in the cart while we push each other around, or throw things in it and pretend it’s a basketball hoop. I want to fall in love with someone that I can have fun with not for a day, but for my entire life. I want someone I can stumble through life with, while laughing the whole time.

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rostii

i imagine getting my own place all the time and going down to the grocery store early in the morning before everyone else and to the coffee shop and having a really small place with wide windows and lots of plants and shelves of books and a tiny kitchen where i can make tea and noodles and a bed with a pile of blankets and just a place i can make uniquely my own or maybe a place i could share with someone but i just think about this place a lot idk

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I just want cute plot of, “we used to date before you left to become famous. now your famous and dating all these models, but it’s Christmas time and you’ve come home to be with your family. Wait, what are you doing at my doorstep at midnight?? Come inside before you catch a cold.” :))
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Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via wearyvoices)

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