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open areas: stop saying it's about a chicken sandwich

openareas:

Because it’s not.

Are you sick of hearing about this thing yet? Sorry. I’m going to write about it right now. Skip this post if you’re sick of the subject but I really hope you aren’t because, guess what? It’s not going away. It shouldn’t go away. We should be talking about this all the damn time…
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She struggled with her sadness, but tried to conceal it, to divide it into smaller and smaller parts and scatter these in places she thought no one would find them.
— Great House by Nicole Krauss (via bornwithafever)

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Truth is I have no real friends.

idislikepeople:

No one I can trust. No one I can tell anything about. Maybe it’s my own fault for having trust issues. Then again f friends, they’re never there when you need them. Only there when it’s a good time for them; to vent their problems and ask for advice. I’ve given up on the human race.

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I seriously almost had to kill my cat. Lil D cleaned the litter box a little while ago and forgot to put clean litter inside the empty pan. Next thing I know, I’m seeing the stupid cat climb into my leather recliner and SQUAT! Dude, seriously?!?! I ran him out of the chair and put the fresh litter in the pan. Now he’s over there taking a nice, nasty poop in the nice, clean litter. Stupid fucking cat.

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take a deep breath In right now, and you think about everything you’ve accomplished, all of your strengths, all of your abilities, all of your potential and when you exhale you let go, let go if all the negativity, all of the drama, all of the anxiety, the stuff that 99% of the time doesn’t even pass
— Jillian Michaels (Extreme Shed and Shred pep talk)  (via fight-for-it-until-you-get-it)
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thereluctantrawfoodist: Good list!

thereluctantrawfoodist:

Good list!

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I’d like you to play with my hair. Don’t pat my head with a flat hand, put your fingers under my hair, on my scalp, and then run them through my hair like it’s a waterfall. Wrap both of your arms around me and give me a long, tight squeeze, the kind where in the last second, I need to inhale but I can’t. Then I’d like you to close your eyes, so I can prop myself over your face and study your features freely without you looking back at me. I want to kiss your jaw line, fondle your earlobes, sweep my cheek against yours. I want to stroke the slope of your nose and your eyelids and admire your eyelashes.
— Karyn Spencer, I Want To Snuggle With You on Thought Catalog (via thoughtcatalog)

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