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jus wanna rest my head on some girls titties n eat a bagel

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The most memorable people in life will be the friends who loved you even when you weren’t very loveable.

Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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A thing about depression:

"I wish I could call you back but I can't."

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She was one of those girls who breathed fire when confronted but loved so gently that it made you forget she could.

thewriterthatnobodynoticed (via wnq-writers)

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"To love yourself as you are is a miracle, and to seek yourself is to have found yourself, for now. And now is all we have, and love is who we are." - Anne Lamott • I'll spare you all the really "inappropriate" photos, but I've wanted to do this for a long time. For no one other than myself. My scars have been smoothed away, and the lighting was perfect, and I learned before this day - a lot of days before this day - that perfection wouldn't make me love this body any more than I did (or didn't). And when I learned to love it as it was - whenever it expands a little and shrinks a little - I discovered that no matter which way it went, I finally fit. I took my clothes off in front of a complete stranger and I wasn't thinking about cellulite and blemishes and tummy rolls. I was thinking, this is so much fun. It was so much fun. Do it for yourself, ladies. You won't regret it. 📷: AdoraLee Photography (at AdoraLee Photography)

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You see I’d like to have you not just like me in bed but like me in the head and like to talk about things that interest us both.

Ernest Hemingway, The Complete Short Stories (via wordsnquotes)

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It’s fascinating how rain changes our emotions. Makes us feel either sad or happy or cozy or nostalgic. A few consecutive drops of water have the power to cleanse the Earth and our souls.

fuxkd-up-dreamers (via mickelanddime)

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I wake up in the middle of the night and I text you things like “why aren’t you in my bed? come eat a bowl of oranges off of me.” I don’t know what this means. I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. Something about you and me in bed with sticky fingers and wet mouths is appealing to me even in half-sleep. Maybe oranges are a metaphor for life. Maybe I still don’t know how many seeds I’m gonna find in you. Maybe oranges are just supposed to mean summer heat because I’m sick of all this cold, cold, cold. Maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe the only thing that means something is that I am always waking up in the middle of the night and reaching out to you. You with those warm hands. You with that wet mouth.

“Oranges” Trista Mateer  (via tristamateer)

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Agent Proocateur

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The 20 Strictly Running Commadments

1. Don’t be a whiner. Nobody likes a whiner, not even other whiners. 2. Don’t make running your life, make it part of your life. 3. When doing group runs, start on time no matter who is missing. 4. Don’t compare yourself to other runners. 5. When standing at starting lines, remind yourself how fortunate you are to be there. 6. The faster you are the less you should talk about your times. 7. Don’t always run alone. 8. Don’t always run with people. 9. The best runs sometimes come on days when you don’t feel like running. 10. Be modest after a race, especially if you have reason to brag. 11. All runners are equal; some are just faster than others 12. There are no short cuts to run excellence. 13. There is nothing boring about running, there are, however, boring people who run. 14. Look at hills as opportunities to pass people. 15. Don’t try to outrun dogs. 16. Without goals, training has no purpose. 17. Go for broke, but prepare to be broken. 18. Unless you make your living as a runner, don’t take running too seriously. 19. Runners who never fail are runners who never tried anything great. 20. Running is simple. Don’t make it complicated.

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Destroy your ego, be one with the universe.

Babbar Sher (via wnq-writers)

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And yet you are all that you have, so you must be enough. There is no other way.

Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia (via wnq-anonymous)

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I have never read IKDG fully, but I was taught the principles in the book in church, and many of my church leaders and friends had read it. I think this attests to the far-reaching influence of the book, that an evangelical Christian does not have to read it in order to feel its impact. 

I was raised in a Southern Baptist/non-denominational megachurch in Miami. My family was (and still is) conservative, so I was always taught to wait until marriage to have sex, as well as certain regressive teachings about gender roles (i.e. the man always makes the first move). However, when I got to high school my youth group began promoting Harris’ teachings more thoroughly- be physically AND emotionally pure, don’t be boisterous if you’re a woman, dress modestly, don’t date but court, etc. etc. etc.

I remember feeling deeply ashamed whenever I had a crush on someone, because I believed that I wasn’t remaining emotionally pure for my husband. Under no circumstances was I to be alone with a boy, even if we were just friends because it would “look bad.” I was also extremely self-conscious of how I dressed, so as to not make a man “stumble.”

I eventually rejected his teachings, as well as my faith, but at 24 years old I’m still deeply affected by them. Dating is incredibly difficult for me because I am scared of being open and forward with a man, lest he think I’m being too “loose” or that I’m not a modest woman.The first time I went on a date at 22, I felt so guilty, like I was doing something wrong or was cheating on my future spouse! I’ve been on more dates since then, so I have been able to shake off that feeling, but I still don’t like dating and feel very inexperienced.

IKDG also affected my ability to be close to others. I have a fear of emotional intimacy because I was taught that I was supposed to “guard my heart.” I tend to keep men and women (rejecting Harris and Purity Culture  helped me realize that I’m bisexual and that it’s okay) I’m interested in at an arms length away because I believed for so long that letting people in was disastrous. In addition, I’ve had to learn how to undo sexual repression and to view sex as a normal biological act. My sexuality is not dirty, and I’m just now realizing that.

Overall, I don’t blame Harris for all the issues I’ve had to deal with. There were aspects of my upbringing that in and of themselves would have caused me to feel some shame about sex and dating. However, his teachings definitely added fuel to the fire and made things much worse. If the people in my life had not subscribed to or taught his ideas, I wouldn’t have so many fears or so much shame. I’m in my mid-20s, and I feel like I am learning things about love, sex, and dating that I should have learned in high school, had I been given the chance to be a normal hormonal teenager. I feel like my sexual autonomy was robbed from me, and I get angry when I realize how much I’m still affected by his teachings. I’ve never had a serious relationship and I’m still a virgin. However, I’m getting better at fighting off the fears and feelings of guilt, but it’s been a slow process.

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here's an old selfie: to better hair days bcuz I've felt like actual shit for the last week or two. i have that song, "like a fool," by keira knightley stuck in my head: "you have broken every single fucking rule, and I have loved you like a fool." it doesn't actually have any relevance except that I love that she dropped the word fuck in a pretty little song. finishing strong on three weeks of extreme highs and extreme lows, and I'm over it so here's to a weekend of self care, I guess. (aka is it Friday yet?) #selfiecuzican #eyeroll

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I feel like shit. Two weeks ago, I thought it was PMS. Last week I thought it was my period. Week 3, and I can't come up with a reason. It's just a siren that I can't seem to shut up.