Whattyawannaknow

I'm Meghan.
20 years old//NYC.
There's really not much to say about myself that you couldn't ask me if you were genuinely interested.
If, then, I were asked for the most important advice I could give, that which I considered to be the most useful to the men of our century, I should simply say: in the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you.
Leo Tolstoy, Essays, Letters and Miscellanies (via observando)
4 days ago
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I do not use the word home lightly.

So when I sigh it into the crook of your neck,

Believe that your spine is a timber frame,

Your kiss a welcome mat,

And your enveloping arms my front door.

I like stories with magic powers in them. Either in kingdoms on Earth or on foreign planets. Usually I prefer a girl hero, but not always.

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6 days ago
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The worst thing in the world can happen, but the next day the sun will come up. And you will eat your toast. And you will drink your tea.
Rhian Ellis, After Life (via observando)
6 days ago
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hellabloggin:

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who is she

tbh: i see you around school sometimes but we Never talk, rate: 8.9

hellabloggin:

fileformat:

who is she

tbh: i see you around school sometimes but we Never talk, rate: 8.9

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4 days ago
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death-by-lulz:

Was looking in my moms college yearbook and came across a familiar face.
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death-by-lulz:

Was looking in my moms college yearbook and came across a familiar face.

Featured on a 1000Notes.com blog

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4 days ago
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Water the plants. Call your mom. Check the mail. Write Erika a letter. Do not check to see if he’s called you. Take a walk around the park. Look at flights to cities he never set foot in. Do not allow your finger to tap out his name as you make a rhythm of checking your phone again and again and again. Buy groceries. Make yourself dinner. Do not berate yourself when, without thinking, you make enough for two. Do not use the extra food as an excuse to dine with his ghost. Put on the smooth jazz radio station and resist the urge to let your hands rest in the still-remembered areas he once occupied. Dance alone, not with the air. Quit telling yourself it still smells like him. Stale coffee and secondhand smoke were always your scents, not his. Mouth “goodbye” so many times that it becomes muscle memory. Take a bath. Blow dry your hair. Towel off his memory. Climb into bed and read poetry. Leave him in-between the pages. Leave him hanging off the last sentence of the last poem’s last stanza. Leave him, you deserve a good night’s sleep tonight.
To-Do List | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

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4 days ago
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nickdrake:

Milla Jovovich and Beck.

nickdrake:

Milla Jovovich and Beck.

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6 days ago
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