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insufficientviolet:

Mm..
I’m going to watch 5 Centimeters Per Second when I come back home.
May as well buy some tissues while I’m out.

I remember when we were trying to watch it together and a certain someone ruined it. “This movie is boring.”

Ugh.

I really like how a complete stranger could catch my interest and compel me to speak to them. If only I wasn’t so set on having people speak to me first.

  • Me: Mother, it's pronounced "a-si-nine." Not "a-see-nine."
  • Mother: YOU DON'T KNOW ME. YOU DON'T KNOW MY LIFE.
  • Me: I'm your daughter; I know a good bit of your life through you telling me and by default, I do know you.
  • Mother:
  • Me:
  • Mother:
  • Me:
  • Mother: SHUT UP.
  • I love your black family.

insufficientviolet:

recurringdissonance:

I wish my best friend still loved me, but she never pays any attention to me anymore.

Sad.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XsYJyVEUaC4

My name is Vit, and I endorse this post.

I wish my best friend still loved me, but she never pays any attention to me anymore.

Sad.

Every day.
Every. Day.

Every day.

Every. Day.

Two weeks is all it takes, from love to hate and back to boring.

Wren - The Stars Are Different Here

Wren - The Stars Are Different Here

There needs to be more Wren stuff that’s dark and sexy like this.

insufficientviolet:

You know that song that fills you completely; the song whose one part makes you shiver with frission (goosebumps) and create these almost elusive and arbitrary mental images of places  and things according to the mood, the memories, the associations.

The song that you are perpetually (and almost) forced to associate with him/her simply because it is quite apparent to you this is an aural personification of his/her existence.