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Anonymous said: Do you know what it's feel like to have your whole world turned upside down because of one stupid mistake, and how everyone now hates you because you fuck up so much you can't get it right and all day you just get bitched about every second and you can't even cry anymore because you just pushed it to the very back of your mind? Well I get that everyday I fucked up so much that pretty much my whole year hates me apart from two people and I have no way of fixing it this time I fucked up too bad.

I’m sorry to hear that. I sound like a bitch but you need to hear this. Whatever you did to fuck up, you knew the consequences before you did so. And you can say you didn’t but deep down you know that there would be problems from it. You will get it right but it will take time. Don’t expect things to be handed to you on a silver platter. If only two people are friends with you then you have obviously done something wrong. Who is this? The people that are angry at you won’t be angry at you forever but you can’t expect everyone to suddenly be fine with you. If you have fucked up as bad as you say then it will take time for people to trust you and be able to be friends with you again. Sorry but it’s true.

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Favourite Parks and Recreation Episodes:

↳ Season 4 Episode 7: The Treaty

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do rude people know they’re rude

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So this is what I know—
It’s hard to love a poet. 
You will fall for her in the dead of winter and think nothing looks better than her candy-stained tongue as it spits out lyrics of your favorite songs while you’re sprinting down the sidewalk. 
You will see her as more than a person. She is a poem, she is an inky infinity, her lips are sonnets, she laughs in meter, she will make the fuses in your electric fingers catch fire. 
You will recall that your love for her was born for the purpose of poetry when you sit on cold hard floors and read each other lines. 
Your stream of consciousness becomes her words. 
Her laugh gets stuck in your head. 

This is what I know—
It’s hard to love a poet 
You will know when she’s moved on. 
You will not feel flowers beneath your ribs anymore or fire in your throat or stardust in the creases of your hipbones. 
You’ll have lurking thoughts slipped under your door about the day she starts writing you in past tense. 

This is what I know—
It’s hard to love a poet. 
Forgetting her is writing love poetry for a stranger. 
The day you begin to miss her is the day you learn how to feel nothing at all. 
Losing her is being blind and dreaming of watching the stars. 

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shutupaubrey:

i’m skilled in the culinary art of microwaving 

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