The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows
Free spirit who marches to the beat of her own drum. I'm not all there, but I'm very peaceful and open-minded. I do things because they fascinate me. I'm more of a thinker than a talker. The type to either be completely overlooked or make an impression on someone. Fundamentally nostalgic. Porcelain-skinned. Never been more passionate about anything other than fashion yet I easily find happiness in the simplest things in life. I have an appreciation for the strange and unusual. I am a bit of a health and fitness junkie. I also like writing, smoke, fall time, and nighttime. I only wear high-waisted pants and I want to learn everything.
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(Source: ohwoah-bbby, via xoxnik)
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So maybe I am going places. What seemed so far out of my reach a year ago became real. Now it is mine and I don’t want to let it go.
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Happiness
is what I have found- in you, in you and me. And with this beautiful thing, has also come a lack of posts, an absence of a certain state of mind that provokes my intuitiveness. Happiness is something of a filler that penetrates through the crevices of my mind; feeling high and blissful, there are no questions, no room for those extra wandering thoughts that bring about more profound answers- just focus on the current, the obvious. Happiness obstructs analytical thoughts. I seem to have lost my creative knack, or perhaps my creativity is not dead, but rather redirected. My self expression is no longer verbose; the only words I seem to be able to utter are single and trite. I have come to believe that good writers do not feel this way. When you are happy, you become blinded. I believe that all good writers must possess solitude and an empty heart. As of late, I have anything but, and for now, I do not mind..
But why can’t we have both?
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(Source: reaching-without-arms, via chillin-and-grillin)
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I must make a headband like this.
(via xoxnik)
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- "After I reached my teens I decided I didn’t want to hang out with anyone. I couldn’t handle the stupidity."
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"Maybe love is just muscle memory. A body next to a body, you just react how you learned the first time. The way you felt laying next to a pair of lungs, as if stars were birthdays and years were the silence experienced in the embrace of the person you currently miss the most."
Carrie Rudzinski, ‘Jupiter’
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