“My face. I push the porridge aside and open my vanity mirror. I should know better but now, but somehow I still expect to see myself. Instead, I find an Appalachian apple doll, withered and spotty, with dewlaps and bags and long floppy ears. A few strands of white hair spring absurdly from its spotted skull.
I try to brush the hairs flat with my hand and freeze at the sight of my old hand on my old head. I lean close and open my eyes very wide, trying to see beyond the sagging flesh.
It’s no good. Even when I look straight into the milky blue eyes, I can’t find myself anymore. When did I stop being me?” p. 111; Water for Elephants
I try to brush the hairs flat with my hand and freeze at the sight of my old hand on my old head. I lean close and open my eyes very wide, trying to see beyond the sagging flesh.
It’s no good. Even when I look straight into the milky blue eyes, I can’t find myself anymore. When did I stop being me?” p. 111; Water for Elephants
Peace out, Tumblr.
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pronunciation | ‘bal-ter
Oh that’s what it’s called when music causes me to move.
andiamburdenedwithgloriousfeels:
Guys.
It’s a Periodic. Table.
Oh. My. God.
I bet that bench is really unstable.
dYING OH MY GOD
Holland Lop Bunnies
Amongst the cutest creatures I have ever seen.
(Source: im-cool-like-that)
Cupcakes, chemistry, and love.
Hey, Macklemore. Can we go thrift shopping? :3
FUCK YES
Thiiiiiiiiiiiis sooooooooooong.
What will 2013 bring for you?
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