May 2012
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the color run.
considering the color run? check out my tips to make the most of the experience!
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sorry not sorry.
i quit diets because diets don’t work. (for me, anyway.)
especially when shandy, cheez-its and pizza are calling.
sometimes you just have to answer.
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body image. →
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Write hard and clear about what hurts.
– Ernest Hemingway
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moody may 2012: a mix
C’mon - Panic! at the Disco (with fun.) I Should Have Been After You - Rooney Sometimes I Can’t Make It Alone - Mae So Good - B.o.B. Charlie Brown - Coldplay Birdhouse In Your Soul - They Might Be Giants Dirty Paws - Of Monsters and Men Come Back Down - Greg Laswell feat. Sara Bareilles Bliss - Muse Stronger (What Doesn’t Kill You) - Kelly Clarkson Primadonna - Marina and the...
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fit it in? →
running questions.
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perfection (or lack thereof). →
do what makes you happy.
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Eros
The sense of the world is short,— Long and various the report,— To love and be beloved; Men and gods have not outlearned it; And, how oft soe’er they’ve turned it, ’Tis not to be improved.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
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I don’t want to be married just to be married. I can’t think of anything...
– Mary Ann Shaffer (via teachpeace)
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i hate it when skinny people say they are fat and...
via sodamnrelatable
HAHA totally.
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20 bad habits holding good people back. →
this is seriously so great.
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Sea Fever
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a gray mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking. I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be...
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a dream pang.
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song Was swallowed up in leaves that blew away; And to the forest edge you came one day (This was my dream) and looked and pondered long, But did not enter, though the wish was strong: You shook your pensive head as who should say, “I dare not—too far in his footsteps stray— He must seek me would he undo the wrong.” Not far, but near, I stood and saw...
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