all the words unsaid
I'm Yoli. 21/FL. this is just a splatter of my consciousness.

staypositivesmile:

gettingsweptaways:

Wow Disney Channel has really expanded its dialogue.

WHAT’S THE NAME OF THIS SHOW!?😱

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psych2go:

kaylanimarie:

psych2go:

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Still debating on picking up the books to get a 2nd degree in psych. I really do enjoy it as a subject of learning & experience. And I did take 2 psych classes & get an award for psych. Hmmm…

Psychology ftw!

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Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.
Ray BradburyDandelion Wine (via doushiyou-)

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lolicrafter:

inga-na:

Actresses + suits

LADIES IN SUITS THOUGH

Ellen page! Yes, a million times yes.

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eunnieboo:

if you have a pet and i’ve ever visited your house: i’m sorry

Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released.
Natalie Goldberg (via q-nguyen)

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It’s Monday,
and your hair is messy.
You haphazardly put on your jeans and shirt
as you moan about the day of the week -
and I love you.

It’s Tuesday,
and you’re stumbling your way around the room,
trying to sort out the things you have to do.
You stop to briefly kiss the freckles on my nose,
asking me about my day -
and I love you.

It’s Wednesday,
and you’re quietly sprawled on the couch.
You pat the spot next to you and pepper kisses on my hair
because it’s my least favorite day of the week (and you know it) -
and I love you.

It’s Thursday,
and you’re wondering what the weekend will bring,
but you’re still moaning about how
the week is going by too slow for your tastes -
and I love you.

It’s Friday,
and I’m surrounded by DVDs and snacks
you’ve prepared when I was gone.
You welcome me with blankets and warmth from your arms -
and I love you.

It’s Saturday,
and you’re feeling lazy.
You won’t let me leave your arms
(or is it the other way around?)
So you tuck me under your chin as we both wonder
how much time we have left
before sleep makes us miss each other’s faces -
and I love you.

It’s Sunday,
and there’s nothing much to say but
I love you.

(via ellosteph)

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