Rosie, 19. Queer. Dancer. History nerd. Lover. Fighter. Avid reader and writer. Passionate friend. Nerd. Believer. A collection of my eclectic thoughts. Marlboro College 2015.

24th May 2013

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23rd May 2013

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23rd May 2013

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23rd May 2013

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23rd May 2013

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Every year at the beach, I bike miles and miles every day. Then I hop in the ocean and float for hours and hours. Then I usually bike miles and miles more. So very ready to be in my favorite New Jersey town of Avalon.

Every year at the beach, I bike miles and miles every day. Then I hop in the ocean and float for hours and hours. Then I usually bike miles and miles more. So very ready to be in my favorite New Jersey town of Avalon.

23rd May 2013

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23rd May 2013

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23rd May 2013

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IN 30 HOURS I’LL BE ON MY WAY TO THE BEACH.

SO EXCITED.

AVALON AND SEVEN MILE ISLAND, I’M COMING FOR YOU.

LOLO, I CAN’T WAIT TO HANG OUT WITH YOU.

SO PUMPED FOR THE OCEAN. SO FUCKING PUMPED.

23rd May 2013

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Maybe heading to San Francisco in August? Fingers crossed.

Maybe heading to San Francisco in August? Fingers crossed.

23rd May 2013

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23rd May 2013

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22nd May 2013

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I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers (via wethinkwedream)

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21st May 2013

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This thunderstorm is reflecting my mood so perfectly right now.

I want to go home now.