Mum: ‘After mowing the lawns, I could really do with a strumpet.’
Me: ‘ah…what?!’
Mum: ‘bye’ *hangs up*
(god. I hope she was meaning a delicious chocolate-spackled, icecream cone treat and not…that other thing…)

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seemsforever: fyteganandsara: ON, IN, AT - The Tegan and Sara Books! wantwantwantwantwant.  dittron.

seemsforever:

fyteganandsara:

ON, IN, AT - The Tegan and Sara Books!

wantwantwantwantwant. 

dittron.

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look into my disco ball

look into my disco ball

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roller disco!

roller disco!

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For Karl. Happy Birthday for tomorrow (but I’m posting today for the sake of the lucky nines!)

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For most of us, our sexuality dances awkwardly with our spirituality, if at all.

For most of us, our sexuality dances awkwardly with our spirituality, if at all.

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“What we do comes out of who we believe we are.” — Rob Bell (Sex God: Exploring the Endless Connections Between Sexuality And Spirituality)

“What we do comes out of who we believe we are.”
— Rob Bell (Sex God: Exploring the Endless Connections Between Sexuality And Spirituality)

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‘say votre mère est un poisson (your mother is a fish) to Graig (did you mean Craig?) or rather, tell him you have to wash your undies.’
advice on how to rid oneself of stalker boys (via Natalie sometime 2004). still so valid. still in use.

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‘Morning girls’
some old guy at about 7:30 this morning to a completely bewildered karl and I (perhaps the jacket around his waist looked something like a skirt?)

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It might be time for you to go. It might be time to change, to shine out. I want to repeat one word for you: Leave. Roll the word around on your tongue for a bit. It is a beautiful word, isn’t it? So strong and forceful, the way you have always wanted to be. And you will not be alone. You have never been alone. Don’t worry. Everything will still be here when you get back. It is you who will have changed.” — Donald Miller (Through Painted Deserts: Light, God, and Beauty on the Open Road)

It might be time for you to go. It might be time to change, to shine out.

I want to repeat one word for you:
Leave.

Roll the word around on your tongue for a bit. It is a beautiful word, isn’t it? So strong and forceful, the way you have always wanted to be. And you will not be alone. You have never been alone. Don’t worry. Everything will still be here when you get back. It is you who will have changed.”


— Donald Miller (Through Painted Deserts: Light, God, and Beauty on the Open Road)

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