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Hellos~ You can call me Carnation and this is my personal blog. :) If you want to know about me just ask and I'll tell you. XD You could track my personal tag if you want an idea, but that will consist of venting, mostly. I will reply to written text and reblog those reblog posts on this blog to keep the other one textless... other than that this will mostly be irrelevant or personal ramblings. More or less venting stuff on my mind... @.@
The title is mostly from the symbolism of pink and white carnations. Pink carnations symbolize mother's day and that you won't forget about someone. White carnations symbolize pure love and innocence.
Have a nice day!~ :3
The title is mostly from the symbolism of pink and white carnations. Pink carnations symbolize mother's day and that you won't forget about someone. White carnations symbolize pure love and innocence.
Have a nice day!~ :3
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Everyone always wants to define gay and straight by who you sleep with. It’s not about that. It’s about moments. It’s about being too nervous to ask for my number. It’s about conversations like this. It’s about who and what you love. That’s why you can’t erase it. Because it’s not just a part of your life. It’s everywhere.
Dawson’s Creek (via 820-fifth-avenue) —
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Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light.
“From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”
Whoa
THAT’S BECAUSE ALL THE BORDERS STORES CLOSED DOWN YOU IDIOT
NOW I HAVE TO SHOP AT BARNES & NOBLE
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