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My name is Amber.
I'm twenty years old.
I live in hell (Mesa, Arizona).

"Passing stranger!
you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking,
or she I was seeking,
(it comes to me as of a dream,)
...
I am not to speak to you,
I am to think of you when I sit alone
or wake at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you"
Walt Whitman

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I have four children.
Zeus, Maia, Loki and Lily; my kittens.
(RIP sweet baby Calypso)

I was born in the wrong century.
You might think I'm not real; but this is me.
Prepare for chivalry to kill you.

Music. Long walks. Herbal tea. Glee. Classic literature. Marijuana. Happy tripping. Animals. Beautiful women. Foreign film. Death Cab for Cutie.

If we have any of this in common,
Lets Talk About It.

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camach0:

I love when moments like this get captured on film. I always wonder what became of the people in them.. I bet they wouldn’t have guessed that half a century later people would still be admiring them. And think how important that kiss must have been to the both of them, to go to all the trouble. I hope to be kissed with such fervor someday. And I hope they made it.

+ Day five.

Pretty sure this is day five anyway. Might be a four on a technicality, because I rarely sleep anymore. But, regardless.

I’m about to do something stupid.

This cat man. He makes me feel so important. <3

maniclaughter:

illhavenumberthinplease:

yoga-body:

00eyecandy:

UGH WHY CAN’T GUYS EVER LOOK AT ME LIKE THIS

Because just like Rapunzel, you aren’t looking at them when they do.

^you my friend have just opened my eyes

#dear everyone who thinks no one notices them

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