This Girl Can Write



Thanks to the recent addition of their own 21x41ft pool, dogs at Lucky Puppy in Maybee, Michigan got to have their very own doggy pool party.


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Love this. He’s like a cross between Paolo Nutini, Lenny Kravitz, and John Legend. Gah. 

Heard this song on my way to work today and I can’t get enough of it

i was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, i liked that certain undefinable something.

—haruki murakami, south of the border, west of the sun (via lipfused)

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this child dresses better than every guy in my school

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Nude Portraits series by photographer Trevor Christensen

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I pour myself a tall, strong glass of gin mixed with grapefruit juice and take it with me to bed. After a very long day at work, this seems appropriate. I have to be ok with being alone at the end of the night. No comforting words: no man waiting for me. I will repeat this over and over until it sinks in. Alone. Alone. Until it is no longer something dirty, something that makes me feel small. Alone. Something that feels more than being simply so far from an understanding. Wanting so badly to connect with someone. Alone. Alone. This is what I want. No: what I need. I will tell myself again. I will feel it. Alone. It will be ok. Alone. I belong to myself. No one else can fulfill something within me that I cannot understand. Alone is alright. Alone is fine. I will feel this. It will hold me. More than a shallow touch or words that mean nothing. Alone. I own this. This is enough.

—"Alone" by Radha Kistler {} (via floatinginthethoughtstreams)

Frankly, most men bore me.
This is a problem because
I would never be content
with a plain existence
sitting in one room for
the rest of my life with
a boring husband who I have
come to love mainly out of
necessity. I want the one whom
I devote myself to —
to be incredible. Electric.
Someone worth knowing. Someone
who intrigues beyond the point
of comprehension. Someone who
electrifies all of the cells
of my body, who ignites the surface
of my skin when we touch. Someone
who sees me more for my
soul substance rather than
the sum of my parts. He will
understand how to keep me.

How to enliven even
the darkest corners of my
entire universe. He will
fall in love daily
with the subtle nuances
I have saved just for him.

He will know what he has
and what he could lose.
What we would lose, together
If ever we were to unravel.
And what we will gain
by joining ourselves.
By being near each other.

And we will grow.
And deepen with our
and simplicity.

And continue.
And continue.
And understand
that the final chapter
will never
be written.

"Dynamic" By Radha Kistler {}
(via floatinginthethoughtstreams)

I can assure you this happens. My students think I live at school and get really confused when they run into me in public places like Trader Joe’s or local restaurants.

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