(Source: dts91)

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I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.
Perfect care has made her bleak.

I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild.

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(Source: writtenonthewind)

It pains me in more ways than one when I see Degrassi on the guide and I get giddy and my stepfather passes right over it and I have to keep my shame silently to myself.

(Source: kadiefischer)

Never a disappointment.

It’s been far too long, Cormac.

Memorial Day Weekend? More like Hate Myself Weekend. Still lots of steak and brats, though.

I’ve waited five years. It’s going to kill me. 

(Source: gothamsfavoredson)