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You know exactly what you have when you have it. You just don’t know how much you need it until you can’t have it anymore.

Tue, 07 May 2013 14:07:49 -0400

yanilavigne:

Dear whoever is reading this, I hope you know that you're never alone, and that somebody out there loves you more than you will ever know.

Tue, 07 May 2013 09:33:51 -0400

yanilavigne:

yanilavigne: (Quotes here)

Tue, 07 May 2013 09:33:22 -0400

yanilavigne:

If you want to change the way people respond to you, change the way you respond to people.

Tue, 07 May 2013 09:33:10 -0400

yanilavigne:

Things will get worse before they get better. But when they do, remember who put you down and who helped you up.

Tue, 07 May 2013 09:32:24 -0400

yanilavigne:

Spongebob: "What if I break your trust someday?"

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 11:53:24 -0400

Spongebob: "What if I break your trust someday?"

Patrick: "Trusting you is my decision, proving me wrong is your choice."

favourite brooke davis quotes: [5/10]

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 11:50:28 -0400

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yanilavigne: (Quotes here)

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 22:27:30 -0400

yanilavigne:

runningtowardsbetterdays: mrsmelchiorgabor: this is what...

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 16:44:19 -0400

runningtowardsbetterdays:

undare: Jeanann Verlee.

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 16:22:08 -0400

undare:

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"On your first date, do not hand him your vagina, polished and thirsty. Do not allow him to rub your..."

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 16:13:24 -0400

“On your first date, do not hand him your vagina, polished and thirsty.
Do not allow him to rub your back or your shoulders.
Do not overdrink.
When he offers to come home with you, do not think of your ex-lover’s chest.
How it peeked from behind the open neck of a pressed J. Crew buttondown.
How you still masturbate to this.
Over dessert, do not think how smooth this man’s thighs will be.
Do not think how lovely their dark will lay against your sheets.
Do not ask to touch during sleep, it smells like love
and you have a suitcase to unpack.
You have laundry and dishes and a dog to walk. You are busy. Stay busy.
Don’t muddy your days with honey whiskey.
When the boy at the club buys you a beer, yanks you hard
from your disappearing waist, remember you owe no one.
Even if he is all your favorite music.
Keep your tongue inside your mouth.
Stop his wandering hand even if it’s the only thing good in New York City tonight.
Say no. When your boss suggests you meet Nate from Accounting
who is recently divorced, say no. Say bones break. Say love is expensive.
Remind him you have a dog and no time. You’re busy.
When a friend explains, women have children at 45 these days, girl,
you’re good, smile. She is lying.
Press her rosewater skin under your nose. Press hard.
Pretend it is the skin of a newborn. Steal this moment. She won’t mind.
When Friday finally arrives and your friends leave early, let them go.
Keep your tab open. The bar has been your longest friend.
Churns out warm bodies like a factory.
When the bar closes, remember you are busy. It’s time to walk the dog.
When you dress for your first date in two years, don’t call it date. Call it friend.
Do not let him pay. Share a bottle of your favorite wine, you deserve this.
When the wine makes words slippery as butter, tell him everything you shouldn’t.
Your diagnoses, how you have no insurance.
Count for him all the men you used to escape your husband.
The time you almost got a boyfriend arrested on West 4th Street.
The tryst with a colleague. Describe the miscarriage at 13. Abortion at 25.
The train engineer you fucked in Penn Station, how his son had Leukemia.
Tell how you waited six hours at a roof party
in Brooklyn one summer just to take the drummer home.
How you ran into that drummer weeks later and couldn’t recall his name.
Carefully detail your unending appetite for drink/fuck/fight,
everything nasty you keep under your skin. Do it precise. Calm.
When he runs from this quiet grenade, find the bar.
Tell yourself you did it for his sake. Besides, you’re busy.
Smoke another cigarette. Take another honey whiskey. Let it curdle your face.
You haven’t been beautiful in years.”

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Lessons in Alone, Jeanann Verlee

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Tue, 23 Apr 2013 13:45:32 -0400

How to make Piñata cookies!

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 11:03:27 -0400

mizeloise:

“A true friend is not like the rain that pours and goes. It’s more like the air; sometimes keeping quiet but it’s always there, constantly hanging around”

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 10:35:03 -0400

yanilavigne:

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