good night everyone except all the toxic people throughout my life who made me doubt my self-worth and took advantage of my kindness and patience
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Every time I hear the phrase “Harvey victims,” all I can think about is Steve Harvey on a murderous rampage.
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i hate when the teacher’s like “write about a bad time in your life” like i ain’t tryna get a social worker up my ass, thanks tho fam
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momentsbymarcusFor The Masses:
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http://www.freebookspot.es/Default.aspx
no one coulda reblogged this a month ago when i spent 500
Look at KB coming through
Every time you see this, reblog it. There is always someone in college that will see this.
Thanks to this post I saved about 300 dollars last semester.
Should’ve tried these
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"The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation"- (via psych-facts)
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Are you flirting with me or am I overanalyzing all of our interactions: a novel written by me
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"- You are not your art (but you don’t understand - it’s all from my insides.)My english teacher tells the class
that we are not our writing, that
we must learn to let someone
dissect our words without letting
it tear us apart.Ernest Hemingway swallows
glass for the ninth time this
week as he tells us that there
is nothing to writing, that all
you do is sit down at a typewriter
and let yourself bleed.
I stuff another gauze down my
throat and ask my english teacher
how do I stop bleeding? how do I
stop losing my blood for words that
do not belong to me?"
and Ernest Hemingway walks in
the class and hands me a piece of
glass and tells me to swallow it and
tell everyone it means nothing.
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