I want neices and nephews to play with. :\
Listening to M83’s Midnight City makes me think of last Friday, drunk and dancing with the boyfriend and his friends at a new club. Having this song come on and being so happy about life.
I’m happy he’s doing something fun like traveling in Japan, but I miss him. He can come home now. It feels weird to not have anyone to tell my random, stupid thoughts to right now. It feels weird to have total silence. I can go without seeing him, but without speaking to him is what’s the worst.
Can I has?! :3
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I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath
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I was glad my father was an eye smiler. It meant he never gave me a fake smile because it’s impossible to make your eyes twinkle if you aren’t feeling twinkly yourself. A mouth-smile is different. You can fake a mouth-smile any time you want, simply by moving your lips. I’ve also learned that a real mouth-smile always has an eye-smile to go with it. So watch out, I say, when someone smiles at you but his eyes stay the same. It’s sure to be a phony.
Roald Dahl (via mezzamorphic)
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Cheese.
♥
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