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Cassandra. 23.
Philosophy Degree

Out Loud Cynic/ Secret Romantic.

The city at night. I brake for birds. Laugh every day.

disabledxena:

catherinedemedici made me choose: Ariel or Meg

well, you know how men are. they think “no” means “yes” and “get lost” means “take me, i’m yours.”

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17 hours ago
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Women who are raped by men they know may actually recover more slowly, in part because they are less likely to recognize their experience as rape and seek counseling or other forms of support.

Edited by Paula K. Lunderberg-Love & Shelly L. Marmion, "Intimate Violence Against Women: When Spouses, Partners or Lovers Attack." Praeger Publishers, 2008. (p. 64)

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20 hours ago
129 notes
Sometimes you couldn’t face the sadness of being forgotten until you felt the comfort of being remembered again.
Ann Brashares, The Last Summer (via senshuk)

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20 hours ago
362 notes
I know being with me is not easy. But I want you to understand no one has me, or has ever had me, except you.
Breathe (Abbi Glines)

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2 days ago
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I don’t miss you, but I remember you. You taught a lesson and for that I give you gratitude.

old-school-shit:

gogul-mun:

slimmcharles:

makhaillamorris:

This man…

Translation: Don’t waste your time and energy on the wrong light.

*sigh*

wake up call

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20 hours ago
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There are some people you’ll never see again. At least, not in the same way.
I Wrote This For You, Iain S. Thomas (via sne)

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20 hours ago
64,231 notes

somedaythewaves:

katsplanet:

whenever people say they dont like cats because they dont happily greet you at the door i give them the stinkiest eye

AWWW bby :,)

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1 day ago
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I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’
Azra.T, My Heart is Full of Open Windows (via connotativewords)

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2 days ago
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I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the type to like things that are concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it was… And I think that’s why she struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed.
Carrie Ryan, The Dead-Tossed Waves (via durianquotes)

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2 days ago
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You don’t get to miss me when I was in the palm of your hands. You lost me on your own.