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hi mom
hi i'm brittany
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Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches. William Goldman, The Princess Bride (via barbieandken)

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Will I ever be
everything you have needed?
All that you deserve? Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson  (via barbieandken)

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I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where we once were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this. Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via barbieandken)

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I didn’t know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddamit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being. Jack Kerouac, On the Road  (via barbieandken)

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tittyminaj:

yall are just like nematodes

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