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2009, I fucking hate you.

For serious.

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loveclaire:

Gratuitous Picture of Your Kitten Wednesday

He was watching the smoke from the incense I lit roll through the sunlight. This led to some rather spectacular aerial leaps that I unfortunately wasn’t able to capture on camera. He’s also the best.

LOVE your kitten.

Also? your quilt. It is beautiful. Where did you get it?

Thank you! And believe it or not, I got it at Target many years ago. Man do I feel silly saying that. Of course the one my grandma knitted me didn’t make the picture.

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Gratuitous Picture of Your Kitten Wednesday

He was watching the smoke from the incense I lit roll through the sunlight. This led to some rather spectacular aerial leaps that I unfortunately wasn’t able to capture on camera. He’s also the best.

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This is a picture of the sunset I took at the Emeryville Marina. It’s the one place I’ve found in California where I feel at peace. It’s filled the space of all those wild places I used to visit daily back at home in Virginia and West Virginia. There’s something so untameable about such a large body of water - especially when seen in contrast with the overt human development of Oakland and San Francisco, which surround it, and the Bay Bridge and Golden Gate Bridge, which span it and are both visible from this vantage point. The vast blue-green expanse still dwarfs these monuments to man’s supposed mastery over nature. I love to climb down amongst the rocks and sit as close to the water as possible. I didn’t grow up around large bodies of water - I grew up around mountains and forests, little creeks and lazy rivers. I can’t swim because I have a crippling fear of putting my head underwater. But I will sit here for hours to watch the waves kicked up against the shore by the privately owned yachts, and at night I will gaze through darkness at the lights of the city as I inhale the salted air until my lips are chapped and my cheeks are raw. I wish the other places in my life that make me feel so complete and at ease weren’t 3,000 miles away.

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toseethis:

Proof that 50 years ago was waaaaaay cooler than today

Look. You have no idea what you’re missing if you don’t watch this. The first few seconds you’re like “OK, whatever” but I GUARANTEE YOU that you are going to say at least one “WHAT THE F*CK”

Get ready to say “WHAT THE F*CK” because that is what you’re going to say.

Human bodies are not meant to move the way these girls’ bodies move.

I actually watch more videos on Tumblr than most people, but still often the only thing that gets me to watch one is seeing it pop up on my dashboard again and again and again — so here you go, yet another endorsement to watch this video.

HOLY F*UCK.

Okay, I admit I started watching this video when it was posted the first time, but apparently stopped at the “OK, whatever” stage. I just went back and watched the whole thing, and HOLY FUCKING CHRIST! Halfbaked, you nailed it. And I know exactly where the first WTF was uttered, because when I got to that part, I swear on your mother that WHAT THE FUCK was the only thing my brain and mouth could come up with. And when I made Sweetie watch, he WHAT THE FUCKed at exactly the same spot. I can’t.stop.watching.

The contents of this video are more frightening than an army made up of the undead.

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This is a picture of me and my life. There is this boy and I want him so bad. But there is this courage that I left behind when I ran. There is this place where I don’t want to live. And there is this home that I could go back to again. But there is this reason that I’m looking for, to stay. Which is why there is this heart that I’m going to risk breaking again. Because I want what I want and there’s nothing else to do other than leave or stay and let this clusterfuck of nothingness continue.

California. Shit, man. What would you do?