My name is Caitlin Elizabeth Cassidy and I probably love you. I'm 20 and a junior in college. I want to go to graduate school for marriage and family therapy or possibly occupational therapy. Regular girl doing her thing.

19th April 2013

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vagisodium:

i am too young to have this many embarrassing memories

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19th April 2013

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So I went to Maui (and other adventures I’ve missed writing about from my daily life.)
A little over a month ago for Spring Break, my roommate Cari and I, and a pack of other girls…View Post

So I went to Maui (and other adventures I’ve missed writing about from my daily life.)

A little over a month ago for Spring Break, my roommate Cari and I, and a pack of other girls…

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19th April 2013

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her0inchic:

Don’t let a few homicidal and suicidal people confuse you. The good in the world is greater but you can’t notice it as much because it’s silent. A bomb makes more noise than a sweet gesture or a hug, but for every bomb that destroys, there’s millions of sweet gestures feeding life.

her0inchic:

Don’t let a few homicidal and suicidal people confuse you. The good in the world is greater but you can’t notice it as much because it’s silent. A bomb makes more noise than a sweet gesture or a hug, but for every bomb that destroys, there’s millions of sweet gestures feeding life.

19th April 2013

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Realistic 

1)  The day my sister got back from the hospital after a suicide attempt. I didnt let go for about an hour.

2) Kid just found out his brother was shot and killed.

3) A Russian war veteran kneels beside the tank he spent the war in, now a monument.

4) Man sobbing at animal shelter. After being jailed briefly and his dog Buzz Lightyear impounded he couldn’t afford the $400 to get his pet back.

5) A firefighter gives water to a koala during the devastating Black Saturday bushfires that burned across Victoria, Australia, in 2009.

6) Alcoholic father with his son

7) Robert Peraza pauses at his son’s name on the 9/11 Memorial during the tenth anniversary ceremonies at the site of the World Trade Center.

8) Greg Cook hugs his dog Coco after finding her inside his destroyed home in Alabama following the Tornado in March, 2012

9) After two double lung transplants and years of battling cystic fibrosis, my good friend passed away last Saturday. This was one of the last pics taken with his mother.

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19th April 2013

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transparent :)

c-ollages:

transparent :)

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Follow me on my new tumblr.

http://tinkerbellsdead.tumblr.com/

I’ll still be posting here.

16th April 2013

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#quotes #collages #johngreen

#quotes #collages #johngreen

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#collages #quotes

#collages #quotes

16th April 2013

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: If You Have Trouble Loving Yourself →

her0inchic:

Know this:

Love is action.

Self-love is not how you feel about yourself. It’s what you do for yourself. You can only love yourself by doing, not thinking. Execute feats of love, feats of respect, for your own benefit.

First of all, worship your body. There is nothing on this earth you…

16th April 2013

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I want to thank you for never being there anymore. Your absence has forced me to find my own way.

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16th April 2013

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The Arrival of the Bee Box
 I ordered this, clean wood box Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift. I would say it was the coffin of a midget Or a square baby Were there not such a din in it.
 The box is locked, it is dangerous. I have to live with it overnight And I can’t keep away from it. There are no windows, so I can’t see what is in there. There is only a little grid, no exit.
 I put my eye to the grid. It is dark, dark, With the swarmy feeling of African hands Minute and shrunk for export, Black on black, angrily clambering.
 How can I let them out? It is the noise that appalls me most of all, The unintelligible syllables. It is like a Roman mob, Small, taken one by one, but my god, together!
 I lay my ear to furious Latin. I am not a Caesar. I have simply ordered a box of maniacs. They can be sent back. They can die, I need feed them nothing, I am the owner.
 I wonder how hungry they are. I wonder if they would forget me If I just undid the locks and stood back and turned into a tree. There is the laburnum, its blond colonnades, And the petticoats of the cherry.
 They might ignore me immediately In my moon suit and funeral veil. I am no source of honey So why should they turn on me? Tomorrow I will be sweet God, I will set them free.
 The box is only temporary. 
—written 4 October 1962

lovingsylvia:

The Arrival of the Bee Box

I ordered this, clean wood box
Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift.
I would say it was the coffin of a midget
Or a square baby
Were there not such a din in it.

The box is locked, it is dangerous.
I have to live with it overnight
And I can’t keep away from it.
There are no windows, so I can’t see what is in there.
There is only a little grid, no exit.

I put my eye to the grid.
It is dark, dark,
With the swarmy feeling of African hands
Minute and shrunk for export,
Black on black, angrily clambering.

How can I let them out?
It is the noise that appalls me most of all,
The unintelligible syllables.
It is like a Roman mob,
Small, taken one by one, but my god, together!

I lay my ear to furious Latin.
I am not a Caesar.
I have simply ordered a box of maniacs.
They can be sent back.
They can die, I need feed them nothing, I am the owner.

I wonder how hungry they are.
I wonder if they would forget me
If I just undid the locks and stood back and turned into a tree.
There is the laburnum, its blond colonnades,
And the petticoats of the cherry.

They might ignore me immediately
In my moon suit and funeral veil.
I am no source of honey
So why should they turn on me?
Tomorrow I will be sweet God, I will set them free.

The box is only temporary.

—written 4 October 1962

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16th April 2013

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novemberrain93:

boundedbyrealityy:

People send their kids to school, kids get shot. 

People watch batman, they get shot.

People run marathons for charity, they get bombed. 

Where is the innocence in the world, is there even good left in us?

Teacher sacrifices her life to save children.
Hollywood cancels premiere and Christian Bale goes to honor victims.
People rush to donate their own blood to help out.
Of course there’s bad in the world, but it doesn’t necessarily outweigh the good. 

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16th April 2013

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lovequotesrus:

EVERYTHING LOVE

lovequotesrus:

EVERYTHING LOVE

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