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Fluff rice with a fork, never stir it with a spoon.
Vaseline is the best night time eye cream on the market.
You can buy alcohol and chips with your parents’ gas station credit cards.
If you force something, you’ll break it. That could be good or bad.
It’s important to read the care tags on your clothing and follow those instructions.
Related: don’t wash and dry j. crew wool sweaters.
Changing your car’s oil is not optional.
Whatever physical objects you acquire you will one day have to put into a box and move.
You’re allowed to disagree with negative feedback.
It’s always worth reading the instruction manual.
Nostalgia, like any drug, can be a poison or a remedy.
Pets are like human friends but better in every conceivable way.
Good doctors listen more than they talk.
You can’t fix a burned roux.
Floss.
Just because someone is an authority figure does not mean they are intelligent/competent/right.
Measure twice, cut once.
Get your nice jeans and dress pants tailored by a professional.
If you’re uncomfortable wearing it you will not look good.
You’re not required to drink alcohol while in a bar.
There are a few things that cure all ills: the beach, your favorite album on vinyl, and fresh garlic.
Kindness is not weakness.
Baking soda is not baking powder.
Taking Excedrin P.M. while still in public is not advisable.
Terrible people will succeed. Wonderful people will fail. The world is not fair.
Appropriate footwear is always key.
You can absolutely be too forgiving.
Real humor punches up, not down.
Reading the assigned chapters will actually help you learn the material.
There are no adults. Everyone is as clueless as you are.
Applying eyeliner well is a timeless art.
You can always leave. Awkward dates, suffocating jobs, hometowns that you outgrow, relationships that aren’t growing in the right direction.
You can always come home again.
But it won’t be the same.
Life is too short for bad books, boring movies, shitty people, and margarine.
Never underestimate the importance of eyebrows.
36 Things I Wish I Figured Out Sooner - Whitney Kimball  (via seabelle)

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It’s a tough life for a weedless stoner
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.
― Leonard Cohen (via wordpainting)
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You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.
― Richard Siken (via splitterherzen)
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Stop gendering the words Dom and sub when you are talking about D/s in general.

romantic-ds:

Stop automatically speaking of Doms as a he, and subs as a she. Don’t say “men” when you are talking about all Doms, or “women” when you are talking about all subs.

Not only does it dismiss other couples who are not male Dom/female sub, but it implies D/s is inherently related to gender, that people should have power over or submit to another based on how they were born. That’s sexist.

D/s is not about gender.

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they say take drugs and see God, but
my teeth are already stained silver, and the
juice is leaking from the electric wires of
my soul, i tell my therapist that my chest is
a cage filled with red confetti, he asks me
if i want to switch pills again, says that it’s
not healthy if i think my bones are boiling,
i tell my thirty-something boyfriend that i
imagine his eyes around my neck like pearls
a French Queen would have once worn, he
asks me why i don’t want to close the
curtains when we make love for the third
time that day, i read him poetry about girls
spilling gasoline inside their mouths and
setting their tongues on fire when boys
with dead eyes kiss them, i am trying to
explain to him that it makes me nervous
when i can’t see the moon hanging by a
thread in the orange night, he smokes
cigarettes and tells me he understands me,
but i know that when we look up at the stars
we see two different galaxies, i tell him i love
him but his words will never ignite my skin,
and when he touches me, i always turn to ash
― i know you think of me on nights like this (via irynka)
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