We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
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Anaïs Nin (via stardust-seedling)
How to cure the grumps
- Is someone being a grumpy pants??
- *shouts* No!!! *huffs then stomps her foot*
- Hmmm sure sounds like a grumpy pants...
- Does not!! *whines and lies on the floor with her face buried in the carpet*
- Awe come here Princess.*scoops her up* let Daddy take care of those grumps *begins to tickle monster her*
- Eee Noooo!! *giggles uncontrollably*
- That's my good girl.
- 20 minutes later
- *kicks legs and whines loudly for no apparent reason*
- *sighs and takes off his belt* Only one thing can cure the grumps when they're this bad.
Woman does not emerge from a man’s rib’s, not ever, it’s he who emerges from her womb.
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(via torooo-y-meow)
.اقترب أكثر أو ابتعد.. وجودك في المنتصف متعب جداً
Either come closer or stay away, having you in between is very exhausting.
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(via makemineprep)
Here is your invitation to the most whimsical, Suessical psytrance party ever! See ya on the dance floor!!!!