January 2012
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“You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even...”
– http://nonamerah.wordpress.com/2011/10/03/869/?refid=12
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“Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of...”
– http://nonamerah.wordpress.com/2011/10/03/869/?refid=12
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December 2011
7 posts
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November 2011
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October 2011
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September 2011
3 posts
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August 2011
3 posts
i want you to know
this waz an experiment
to see how selfish i cd be
if i wd really carry on to snare a possible lover
if i was capable of debasin myself for the love of another
if i cd stand not being wanted
when i wanted to be wanted
& i cannot
so
with no further assistance and no guidance from you
i am endin this affair
this note is attached to a plant
i’ve been waterin’ since the day...
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July 2011
3 posts
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Soooo..
I just went on an “Anne of Green Gables” tag hunt because Gilbert Blythe makes me swoon. Without Gil, I would be chasing copies of my favourite villains in real life (er, this definitely happens.. gulp). Isn’t it better to be looking for a Gilbert than an Iago??
(Hint: the answer is YES)
“You’ll marry, alright. Some fool who sits and reads Tennyson by firelight, no...”
– Gilbert Blythe, Anne Of Avonlea (via revolutional)
June 2010
1 post
^_^
“Because you made Josie Pye, Ruby Gillis, and all of those wishy-washy young ladies who waltzed by him look like spineless nothings.”
/nod
November 2009
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October 2009
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September 2009
29 posts
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Does anybody else's grandma
eyepollution:
collect used clothes from their friends and then call you at work and tell you to come over for fried chicken and look at the clothes to see if you want any and then you go and you sift through a garbage bag of humungous jackets with shoulder pads and stretch waist pants while being force fed “zuchini bars” that look like poop?
No? Just mine. Alright.
My Grandma is DEAD!
(she...
Hmm...
wildesdaughter:
How does one politely and tactfully tell a very sweet young woman that the fumes from her cat’s litter box are killing me?
Oops, I pressed <enter> and apocalypsed my reply. Shall play again.
Stage a fight with your man in front of the sweet girl.. like so:
A: Uh, D, you did not clean the kitty litter, you evil punk
D: I cleaned it yesterday and put fresh litter in!
A:...
