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May

“bought this only because Barbara was looking kinda fly, with her ‘fro and all-white Superman ensemble … yeah, Barbara Streisand dog. 70’s album covers are the greatest.” (taken with instagram)

“bought this only because Barbara was looking kinda fly, with her ‘fro and all-white Superman ensemble … yeah, Barbara Streisand dog. 70’s album covers are the greatest.” (taken with instagram)

Introverts, in contrast, may have strong social skills and enjoy parties and business meetings, but after a while wish they were home in their pajamas. They prefer to devote their social energies to close friends, colleagues, and family. They listen more than they talk, think before they speak, and often feel as if they express themselves better in writing than in conversation. They tend to dislike conflict. Many have a horror of small talk, but enjoy deep discussions.
Susan Cain, Quiet  (via irie-vibes)

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25

May

which movie tonight? either way, tears will be shed. who knowingly subjects themselves to crying? (Taken with instagram)

which movie tonight? either way, tears will be shed. who knowingly subjects themselves to crying? (Taken with instagram)

expression.

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He says he’s jealous of the moon, because you look at it. He’s jealous of the sun, because it warms you. He says, I feel you, even when I’m not feeling you. I talk to you when I’m not talking to you. I love you, even when I’m not loving you.
Basquiat  (1986)

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People eat meat and think they will become as strong as an ox, forgetting that the ox eats grass.
Pino Caruso (via rawlivingfoods)

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M.-I.-Y(A.)Y !!!

M.-I.-Y(A.)Y !!!

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24

May

“there’s so much effortless charisma in this snapshot it could shatter the four edges which incase said photo.”

“there’s so much effortless charisma in this snapshot it could shatter the four edges which incase said photo.”

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peonies

… she says she loves me. at times not as much as I’d like to believe. picking petals off peonies, hoping the last is like the first, allowing heart and soul to collectively breathe.  the CYCLE of uncertainty. I’m patiently worrying about why words don’t match her actions. like double-dutch, I “perfect-time” a kiss. relationships should operate easier than this … my feelings we’re solidified a couple years ago. hers still straddle a mile-high fence, suffering from vertigo. waiting for her to go, yet and still she STAYS. “Is this loneliness? boredom? am I a PAWN in the game she plays? gusts of TIME sway the peonies, like “is her (ACT)ions non-fiction or phony? “like, “WHY have you been here all this time?” u treat me like more than a crony, it’s something here that keeps u around and I hope it’s me or am I living in a make-believe reality?