April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via persehpone)

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And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is’.
― Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country (via midwestdaisies)

(Source: observando)

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Someone make my internship hire me full time forever so I don’t have to leave this country or look for a real adult human job. 

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Casually walked by Sam Smith yesterday.
Still not over it.

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