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What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three and two and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are—underneath the year that makes you eleven.

Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.

Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is.

I’m eleven today. I’m eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, and one, but I wish I was one hundred and two. I wish I was anything but eleven, because I want today to be far away already, far away like a runaway balloon, like a tiny o in the sky, so tiny-tiny you have to close your eyes to see.

sandra cisneros; eleven

I never beheld anything so utterly destroyed.

~ from Frankenstein by Mark Shelley.

me when i look into a mirror 🙂

Joshler may be the only ship which gives us ship problems and then also gives songs to deal with it

I love you

and someone told me, it's now or never.

But in this world, nothing lasts forever,

So, will you kiss me in the night of our end?

Or will you only care for the birth of our story?

So, will you tend towards my gravestone?

Will you last longer than The End?

stupid unity fucking every villain's plan

- I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)

somebody make me a book where the protagonist is a robot and it embarks on worldly adventures, risks everything, lives the thrill anyone would desire, saves many people, befriends a cute chick/dude and when all is supposed to be a happily ever after- it presses the self destruct button and kills itself and the ones it saved

This isn’t exact scenes from ‘and we’ll have a spring wedding’ by the wonderful @blackyote but it's certainly inspired by it because i loved it so much

Most of you would never understand the pits we fall into without moving an inch, the lost feeling in the town you grew up, the feeling that your own self has eaten the most of you, or the guilt of all those ugly marks on your body from those dreadful nights.

But then again you won't even get the joy of finally doing your hair after 5 days of death, eating a whole meal without thinking it's the end of the world, or genuinely smiling at the mirror.