My name is Alyssa.
There are a lot of things I love.
I change my mind way too often.
I'm starting to be much happier with everything in general.
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gabriellaerica:

What if men were photographed the way women typically were? I love this!

i think they look fabulous 

why aren’t men photographed the way women are

"I wanted love, I needed love,
Most of all, most of all
Someone said true love was dead
And I’m bound to fall, bound to fall
For you
Oh, what can I do?"


A few days ago, I experienced something entirely new with three of my friends, who are also three of the smartest people I’ve ever known.

This particular night, in fact, was so full of discovery and insight that we all kept notebooks and pens and were constantly scribbling notes, ideas, and sketches, because we were terrified of forgetting.

We were all so unbelievably happy.

It’s amazing how much there is to talk about when you’re surrounded by intelligence. The whole night was so overwhelming. I can’t even explain how perfect everything was. Absolutely everything. I’ve spent plenty of time with them in the past and recently, but this was different.

It reminded me of the quote from The Perks of Being A Wallflower: 

“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.” 

Cliche, definitely. But I definitely couldn’t have said it better.

It’s weird, for one night to change your entire outlook on everything, but that’s exactly what happened.

The best part is that I know I’m not exaggerating in the slightest about any of this.

It was exactly the boost that I needed.

I love my friends.

"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And what do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited."

digbicks:

Hannah Davis

you know them moments when you look in the mirror and you think holy shit that’s me  because for some reason it feels like the person you’re looking at in the mirror is an unfamiliar stranger and you begin thinking about how you’re a person on a planet in a solar system in a galaxy in a universe and for a few minutes you ponder the origin and the meaning of existence and then shrug and return to your computer

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Interesting
"There’s an opposite to deja vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar."