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Diane Guerrero photographed by Jeremy Pope, jacket by Jeff Cafone.
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“I’m full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.”
— Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro (via rabbitinthemoon)
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*gets choked up thinking about how much I’m going to love my future wife*
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Neville Longbottom → I’ll join you when Hell freezes over!
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“Babies only cry if they are hungry, need changing, or need to be picked up”
Lies
Babies (and small children) also cry for reasons such as:
1. “I am tired and that makes me angry”
2. “I scared myself with a fart”
3. “You are the wrong parent”
4. “I ran into something with my face”
5. “I’m facing the opposite direction then the one I want to”
6. “I fell asleep in one place and woke up somewhere completely different”
7. “I am a very small person in a very big world”
8. “I got scared because YOU farted”
Babies have more then 3 states of being and sometimes you just have to hold them and bounce them gently while saying solemnly “yes it is very hard to be a baby” because frankly it is
you have to remember that when you’re that tiny… pretty much any bad thing that happens to you is LITERALLY the WORST thing that has ever happened in your life. they have no perspective. everything is awful. help them
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When you thought it would be easy peasy lemon squeezy but it turns out to be difficult difficult lemon difficult.
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This girl at the liquor store just said “my liver can handle what my heart can’t” and if that’s not the fuckin mood idk what is
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“A storm is coming, but the moon persists.”
— Mary Karr, from Viper Rum: Poems; “The Unweepables,”
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